I come ہوم and their fighting.
I hate it! I want to tell them to stop.
But I cant, because Im stuck in the middle.
They tug me, playing with me.
I cant handle the pain!
When I go to school no one can see my pain.
I fake my happiness.
I want to go hide in a corner and cry.
But I cant.
Because no one lends a shoulder to cry on.
My دوستوں dont understand!
I come ہوم again, and my parents pull me.
Ripping my دل like a angry raven.
My siblings, they... they... leave me there. Alone.
I feel alone.
Deserted.
No where I feel happy.
Because Im alone.
Why cant anyone see?
Why cant my parents stop fighting?
Why cant my دوستوں lend a hand?
Why cant my siblings pull me to my feet?
Why am I alone?
I hate it! I want to tell them to stop.
But I cant, because Im stuck in the middle.
They tug me, playing with me.
I cant handle the pain!
When I go to school no one can see my pain.
I fake my happiness.
I want to go hide in a corner and cry.
But I cant.
Because no one lends a shoulder to cry on.
My دوستوں dont understand!
I come ہوم again, and my parents pull me.
Ripping my دل like a angry raven.
My siblings, they... they... leave me there. Alone.
I feel alone.
Deserted.
No where I feel happy.
Because Im alone.
Why cant anyone see?
Why cant my parents stop fighting?
Why cant my دوستوں lend a hand?
Why cant my siblings pull me to my feet?
Why am I alone?
I remember the times of the i love you's
and times when it was i hate you.
But آپ come back begging at me feet.
And when my pity defeated me.
and the sweet seranades, in our matching shades.
My rose collection, evidence of your effection.
The sheets unmade, from the nights آپ stayed.
The child in me, from the times آپ loved me.
The debt آپ owe, from using the word borrow.
The times i was scared, was the time آپ spared.
And this dress i wear, in which are people become aware, that آپ are gone, and withdrawn.
The memories i hold, they are written in bold.
my broken heart, from when آپ apart.
so rest now my love, up now from above.
and times when it was i hate you.
But آپ come back begging at me feet.
And when my pity defeated me.
and the sweet seranades, in our matching shades.
My rose collection, evidence of your effection.
The sheets unmade, from the nights آپ stayed.
The child in me, from the times آپ loved me.
The debt آپ owe, from using the word borrow.
The times i was scared, was the time آپ spared.
And this dress i wear, in which are people become aware, that آپ are gone, and withdrawn.
The memories i hold, they are written in bold.
my broken heart, from when آپ apart.
so rest now my love, up now from above.
"I could see the sorrow in his perfect blue eyes,something was wrong."
"Jaslene's Dream"
have آپ noticed when آپ fall in love it feels like your flying? I have. It the most wonderful feeling in the world. But when do آپ feel it? Do آپ feel it when آپ fall in love, یا when آپ just are overfilled with joy?
Have آپ ever felt it? یا have آپ felt anything close to it? What does it mean? Does it mean that آپ have to fly away from it before your love hurts you? یا does it mean that your body enjoys the joy filling your body?
Tell me what آپ think...
Have آپ ever felt it? یا have آپ felt anything close to it? What does it mean? Does it mean that آپ have to fly away from it before your love hurts you? یا does it mean that your body enjoys the joy filling your body?
Tell me what آپ think...
Give away to the morning
Light is here
Look away from the mourning
Is she gone, is she still...?
And let the دن go ahead
Without you
Find a place, a dark space
To hide you
What’s a day, a sunny day
To you?
Fade away, let the your rainclouds
Guide you
There goes the downpour
Long gone your hello...
Find it in you
To make that last stand
It’s a silent drive
It’s her very last one.
Here come the clear skies
There goes your fare well...
Light is here
Look away from the mourning
Is she gone, is she still...?
And let the دن go ahead
Without you
Find a place, a dark space
To hide you
What’s a day, a sunny day
To you?
Fade away, let the your rainclouds
Guide you
There goes the downpour
Long gone your hello...
Find it in you
To make that last stand
It’s a silent drive
It’s her very last one.
Here come the clear skies
There goes your fare well...
