I have a problem with my self
I can't trust no any one eles
The only one i trust is me
Can't آپ see
I know آپ think im selfish
But آپ don't know my life,my motto,or my wish
I decide what to do not my parents nor my friends
Can tell me,but this problem is not against thee And after all we are free and please for give me if entered feared with your life and right now whe have do what we can cause we know we don't Live twice.i realy want u to know that im nice and if u hate me like آگ کے, آگ and ice then i would say love cause hate and please think again if u hate me if do then then that is fate.
bella
I can't trust no any one eles
The only one i trust is me
Can't آپ see
I know آپ think im selfish
But آپ don't know my life,my motto,or my wish
I decide what to do not my parents nor my friends
Can tell me,but this problem is not against thee And after all we are free and please for give me if entered feared with your life and right now whe have do what we can cause we know we don't Live twice.i realy want u to know that im nice and if u hate me like آگ کے, آگ and ice then i would say love cause hate and please think again if u hate me if do then then that is fate.
bella
hold fast to dreams,
for if dreams die,
life is a broken winged bird,
that can not fly.
the night is a big black cat,
the moon is her topaz eye,
the stars are the mice she hunts at night,
in the field of the sultry sky.
the mirror is the magic of man,
for his quest throughout time,
has been to see himself,
to know himself as others do,
and the mirror is his tool,
however, he must remember,
that the mirror shows everything,
exactly in reverse.
آپ are drowning yourself in sorrow,
holding close your memories of regret,
آپ hope then tomorrow,
the memories آپ shall forget,
but they never really leave you,
no, they are always here,
but in time someone will change them,
to memories that are so dear.
for if dreams die,
life is a broken winged bird,
that can not fly.
the night is a big black cat,
the moon is her topaz eye,
the stars are the mice she hunts at night,
in the field of the sultry sky.
the mirror is the magic of man,
for his quest throughout time,
has been to see himself,
to know himself as others do,
and the mirror is his tool,
however, he must remember,
that the mirror shows everything,
exactly in reverse.
آپ are drowning yourself in sorrow,
holding close your memories of regret,
آپ hope then tomorrow,
the memories آپ shall forget,
but they never really leave you,
no, they are always here,
but in time someone will change them,
to memories that are so dear.