I don’t write with the pen ink instead I write with the blood of my heart that’s spilled everywhere between the lines
the pain remained the same.... the pain remained the same....
Just like the flowers, my petals are falling down slowly in order to plant someone's else garden. Just like the flowers, my petals are falling down slowly in order to plant someo...
I Wish I Was A Place I Wish I Was A Place
Nice... Nice...