And this is my last remaining filter. On my last remaining words. It's leaving the taste. Of something bitter on my tongue. . I'm leaving a letter full of reasons.
Aankhon ne tujhko Dekha. . Aankhon ne tujhko dekha jab se. Kaise katey mere needein tab se. mere dil ke armaan tujhe pukaare tab se. har lafz jo maine tujhse kaha tha.
Yes, I know. I should get up. but I dont. when Im waking up. theres no breath. quietness feels like death. I need to shake me up. now that you have left.
Lyrics to Ave Maria No Morro :. by George Moustaki & Andrea Boccelli. . C lass fra I boschi. Un minuscolo paese. Cos bello. Che nel mondo non ce n. . Vive felice come incantato.
I have to leave my heart. And go away. To a land across the farest sea. But my thoughts. Will always be by you. If I should never come. Don't cry in vain.
crawling through the mud all night long. Hunted like rats by the Viet Cong. Fields of death bodies piled up higher. Through the silence of the Tet cease-fire.
your the only one who comprehends me,. I tell them my spirits lift with every card you send me. I'm trying to be the perfect boy,. The one you wished for..
When there's something. That won't let you sleep. Can you live with. The secrets you keep. . All the pain all the pride. All the poison you've taken. That's killing you inside.
When there something. That won let you sleep. Can you live with. The secrets you keep. . All the pain all the pride. All the poison youe taken. That killing you inside.
give me sensibilities without ambition. give me accolades i've done nothing to collect. then you spread your plague of ignorance across the planet earth.
like rats from the wreckage. we patrol the decay. through the ash and the darkness. the scavengers pillage what's wasted away. . and power corrodes and compromises.
Ie played off devastation. I told you it didn't mean that much. but this world keeps on closing in on me. whenever we fall out of touch. . it's those subtle differences.
How are you feeling?. How does someone like you elude the moral quarantine. does your repression only serve the greater lie. as you abuse and objectify.
He broke his old guitar if he couldn't make it sing. The strings had grown so worn, they made his fingers bleed. Soon after the event he made an acquaintance.
In pile of unpaid bills. There's a letter sent from Philadelphia. In a familiar hand, she hasn't opened it just yet. There's no telling what is says. Oh darling please, I'm down on one knee.
The first time that I met her I was throwing up in the ladies room stall. She asked me if I needed anything; I said, "I think I spilled my drink". And that's how it started (or so I'd like to believe)....
I hate it when you say you need me.. You don't need me.. I hate even worse that I need you.. It kills me.. When I was young I loved to be by myself, all alone..
A Valentine's Day party,. I didn't think you'd show.. You don't like making entrances alone.. You've got a new friend.. You've got a new friend.. Likes to go to movies..