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This Tudor History تصویر contains مہمان خانہ and ڈرائنگ روم. There might also be خاندان کے کمرے, کمرے سے کمرے رہنے, بیٹھے کمرے, سامنے کے کمرے, پارلر, لونگ روم, بیٹھنے کے کمرے, بیٹھک, سائن ان کریں, پوسٹر, متن, چاکبورڈ, نشانی, and تختۂ چاک.
Permanent
It must seem
Important
It must take
All your control
Not to get
Obsessive
Just as pain becomes discomfort
Over time
What the human soul can tolerate
Is no surprise
I'm rooted to my path
And I'm blinded on the sides
Why is it I feel so?
I have everything I want
The stuff of all my dreams
Why is it I need so?
In the same way pain can become humor
Over time
The scars that time will wash away
Are no surprise
I'm rooted to my path
And I'm blinded on the sides
Why is it I feel so?
I have everything I want
The stuff of all my dreams
Why is it I need so?
I know you're inside
Because I can feel your life
Why is it I bleed so?
And آپ thought that these times
Were just ordinary
My god, I ask
How can آپ do this?
آپ made the sun
The world, your canvas
With all this I can see how I'm unimportant
In this dream
I am warm
There are hands in my hair
And it's good to be there
I wave my hand and nothing happens
I set my scene and I can't play it
I'd leave it to آپ but
It would turn out backwards
I'd like to believe you're not just reckless
And آپ are
Nostalgic while آپ are still living this
And it all
Snuck up while آپ weren't looking
And آپ are
Nostalgic while آپ are still living this
And you're sure
This is how آپ know you're living
Sometimes my dreams feel all on hold
There's no doubt that this will make me strong
Because it's the hardest thing I've ever done
Despite this cruel world
And all my best efforts
آپ surprise me with just how perfect آپ are
Even with all my flaws
And my bad examples
آپ surprise me with
Just how perfect آپ are
And when I'm lost
آپ تلاش for me
And when I doubt
You're my belief
I'm suppose to be
The stronger one
آپ always seem
To prove that theory wrong
Still, I hold my breath each time آپ go
Out in the world that's beyond my control
If آپ are dreaming
I never want to wake آپ up
When I'm all in a spin
Full of cynicism
آپ remind me of just how perfect آپ are
When I'm at my wit's end
And I'm losing my head
آپ remind me of just how lucky I am
