I'm Chaitra and I love to read StoryMirror contents.
In the meaninglessness of it and the meaningfulness too. In the meaninglessness of it and the meaningfulness too.
There are two worlds to fight for, There are two worlds to fight for,
The cuts and the bruises never faded The cuts and the bruises never faded
I wish you would read me. I wish you would read me.
I wish I had the touch of love, I wish I had the touch of love,
What if we turn into butterflies, We could carelessly fly around... What if we turn into butterflies, We could carelessly fly around...
What more is there to the philosophy of life... What more is there to the philosophy of life...
She plunges herself into the waves, She plunges herself into the waves,
And bury it deep in the darkness of the Ocean. For it takes away what is left in me, And bury it deep in the darkness of the Ocean. For it takes away what is left...
It's Winter inside me, And the cold creeps, It's Winter inside me, And the cold creeps,