Alissa Singh
Tragedy Fantasy Inspirational
And when you start to feel the rush
A crimson headache, aching blush
And you surrender to the touch , you will know
I can put on a show, I can put on a show
Don't see what you are finding??
This is heaven; it is hiding, oh!...
Radio...
U don't own m...
Broken
You Know
God
Comes to You
Knowledge
Home
Feel
Love
Those mornings were as holy as the burning sun... Those mornings were as holy as the burning sun...
Who am I? The one strangled in the illusion of her dreams... Who am I? The one strangled in the illusion of her dreams...
Once my mom locked me up inside my room... Once my mom locked me up inside my room...
Had the almighty given the power to one? Had the almighty given the power to one?
A pink crescent moon, A pink crescent moon,
My hair is pulled back, In a loose bun. My hair is pulled back, In a loose bun.
A queen among kings. A queen among kings.
Holding the unborn Offspring in the womb, Holding the unborn Offspring in the womb,
A mother, a sister, a daughter, friend or wife... A mother, a sister, a daughter, friend or wife...
Pain is like a thief at night Pain is like a thief at night
I might be the king, the king of the hearts, The charming hero in your life's pack of cards. I might be the king, the king of the hearts, The charming hero in your life's ...
She cut her wrists and stepped on broken glass and smiled while doing it too. She cut her wrists and stepped on broken glass and smiled while doing it too.
Why are the weak, naive and innocent always blamed Why are the weak, naive and innocent always blamed
Heartbreaks are just like outbreaks, One left with only scars and cracks... Heartbreaks are just like outbreaks, One left with only scars and cracks...
Her skin abandons It's innocence Her skin abandons It's innocence
It's when the mind dissolves the memories pertaining to suffering. It's when the mind dissolves the memories pertaining to suffering.
Some untold stories, And those firm intents.. Some untold stories, And those firm intents..
My pretty face may have hid my rotted soul; I wish myself My pretty face may have hid my rotted soul; I wish myself
I am happy with my designation 'poor' I am happy with my designation 'poor'
My widened eyes spoke volumes about my excitement, I never want them to suffer in any sort of a p... My widened eyes spoke volumes about my excitement, I never want them to suffe...
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