In the beginning, that's the word everyone feels whenever they think of someone special.
Love is the word that brings people happiness.
It gives them life, meaning, hope and faith because one man and one woman, thinks that they're always going to be together.
But in the end, love is nothing. Nothing compared to hatred یا hurt. Love only causes pain to those who want to be loved.
Love is breaking someone's دل whenever آپ hear that person say, "I don't love you."
Love brings tears to those who are broken.
Love always has something else with it.
Sometimes it brings pain.
Hurt.
Regret.
Melancholy.
Burdens.
All those things are what love has brought. Though some people fight for their love, evillness came raging back until it overwhelmes آپ with such force.
It's normal. It's life. It sometimes feels just right.
Love sometimes comes with a dream, but leaves with a nightmare.
A pain so deep inside of me that no one will ever see,
I take the pain and lock it up and throw away the key..
Because if I take this pain out of the bottle for آپ to see,
آپ would not know the one آپ know because I’m not even me..
The one I was months پہلے disappeared the night آپ left..
My sailing soul was caught ablaze and sunk into the depths..
I smile on the outside but within my hearts in rage..
A beautiful vase filled with poison,
my sadness turns to hate..
The hate that I have,
I hold the closest to my soul..
It is the only thing I have left of you,
it is hate that makes me Joel...
I take the pain and lock it up and throw away the key..
Because if I take this pain out of the bottle for آپ to see,
آپ would not know the one آپ know because I’m not even me..
The one I was months پہلے disappeared the night آپ left..
My sailing soul was caught ablaze and sunk into the depths..
I smile on the outside but within my hearts in rage..
A beautiful vase filled with poison,
my sadness turns to hate..
The hate that I have,
I hold the closest to my soul..
It is the only thing I have left of you,
it is hate that makes me Joel...