something is missing,i dont know what it is,
something is lurking, i dont know where it is,
i am getting older,i am getting no better
i am becoming what i hated to be.
i am at the crossroads of my life,
no need for another knife.
i dont know whom to talk, no one is here.
left with memories,Life isn't the same anymore here.
All i want say i am not a ordinary guy,
i am not the one ,but just a wierd one
So much to live for , so much to die for.
kicking the empty bottle in bolevard street,
looking to stream my emotions,
not to stray out of intentions,
being ridiculed ,being besmirched
waiting for soul to get me drenched in hers,
comeon baby,take me to your doors
comeon baby,take me to your doors
comeon baby,take me to your doors
the time for patience is over,
the time has come to give up our vows
the time has come to shakle ur chains,
2 comments:
arre saale kya likha hai...mast hai par samajh mein nahi aaya :o)
thax dude, just felt like writing that's it ,just leaf out my story...
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