Nobody understands me,
So what's the use?
One day
I say I am busy
And they misunderstand me.
Life is not all about
Betrayal,
Breaking up,
Dumping each other
Across the cold cement floor,
Is it?
I don't believe so.
And the fog is never getting out.
Each day,
There is just مزید and more
Fog.
Oh, happy day.
No one understands.
What's the use being alive
When آپ feel like آپ are away
From the world,
Separated
Like we were when we were little kids?
Life is not about any of that.
Life is about forgiveness,
Respect,
Love.
Learning how to tolerate one another.
Nobody understands
What I feel
یا what I think everyday.
So what's the use?
One day
I say I am busy
And they misunderstand me.
Life is not all about
Betrayal,
Breaking up,
Dumping each other
Across the cold cement floor,
Is it?
I don't believe so.
And the fog is never getting out.
Each day,
There is just مزید and more
Fog.
Oh, happy day.
No one understands.
What's the use being alive
When آپ feel like آپ are away
From the world,
Separated
Like we were when we were little kids?
Life is not about any of that.
Life is about forgiveness,
Respect,
Love.
Learning how to tolerate one another.
Nobody understands
What I feel
یا what I think everyday.
I will remember آپ always.
Will آپ remember me?
That is a سوال for آپ to answer,
And not me.
I promise
That I will always
Keep the flame of memory alive.
The fun that we had will never
Be forgotten.
Even on foggy evenings,
The darkest of nights,
آپ will always be in my heart.
For I know that آپ will help me
Keep the flame of memory blazing
Always.
All the good times that we had,
All the fun that we had,
All the tears that we let out,
All the anger we let out
Will never be wasted.
Because every منٹ of it
Is in my heart.
I will tend to the آگ کے, آگ
Every night,
Recollecting all the memories we have
Knowing that the flame of memory
Is the brightest flame of all
And it will blaze on.
Will آپ remember me?
That is a سوال for آپ to answer,
And not me.
I promise
That I will always
Keep the flame of memory alive.
The fun that we had will never
Be forgotten.
Even on foggy evenings,
The darkest of nights,
آپ will always be in my heart.
For I know that آپ will help me
Keep the flame of memory blazing
Always.
All the good times that we had,
All the fun that we had,
All the tears that we let out,
All the anger we let out
Will never be wasted.
Because every منٹ of it
Is in my heart.
I will tend to the آگ کے, آگ
Every night,
Recollecting all the memories we have
Knowing that the flame of memory
Is the brightest flame of all
And it will blaze on.
I am a broken-winged eagle
Who cannot fly
Because I have set no goal for myself.
Other people laugh and scoff at me,
And I know that I must quickly find something
To hope for.
Everyday I think,
"What's the use? Nothing is my talent. Give up."
People think I am nothing but stupid,
But I can see that light within myself.
I have not yet soared.
I have not yet found my dream.
One day, I find something unique to dream for.
Writing.
Something that can take me to faraway places
Anywhere, beyond this universe.
And now I can soar.
Far, far, faraway
Where no one can catch me.
Where no one can disturb me.
Where I can be free.
Where I will no longer be
A broken-winged eagle.
Who cannot fly
Because I have set no goal for myself.
Other people laugh and scoff at me,
And I know that I must quickly find something
To hope for.
Everyday I think,
"What's the use? Nothing is my talent. Give up."
People think I am nothing but stupid,
But I can see that light within myself.
I have not yet soared.
I have not yet found my dream.
One day, I find something unique to dream for.
Writing.
Something that can take me to faraway places
Anywhere, beyond this universe.
And now I can soar.
Far, far, faraway
Where no one can catch me.
Where no one can disturb me.
Where I can be free.
Where I will no longer be
A broken-winged eagle.
I deny the truth,
But really,
That is nothing.
I do that just to protect myself.
I cannot let the truth overcome me
All at once,
I must let it come at me
Pieces سے طرف کی pieces.
The truth is always shocking,
At many times sad.
But I must accept the truth
Even after a while.
Because denying the truth
Is like lying to myself
Denying the truth hurts my soul
But it also protects my soul at the same time.
I don't know what to believe.
It's all too shocking for me.
I deny the truth.
I protect my soul.
I protect myself.
But I also hurt myself.
But really,
That is nothing.
I do that just to protect myself.
I cannot let the truth overcome me
All at once,
I must let it come at me
Pieces سے طرف کی pieces.
The truth is always shocking,
At many times sad.
But I must accept the truth
Even after a while.
Because denying the truth
Is like lying to myself
Denying the truth hurts my soul
But it also protects my soul at the same time.
I don't know what to believe.
It's all too shocking for me.
I deny the truth.
I protect my soul.
I protect myself.
But I also hurt myself.