I chose you over myself. Was this the fault? I chose you over myself. Was this the fault?

In this abhorrence, can you be my synonym of love? In this abhorrence, can you be my synonym of love?

All you need to do is find your lost door. All you need to do is find your lost door.

The more I read, the more I gain. The more I listen, the more I attain. The more I read, the more I gain. The more I listen, the more I attain.

The poem speaks about not understanding the loved one. The poem speaks about not understanding the loved one.

It had letters smaller than birds, Less pictures more words... It had letters smaller than birds, Less pictures more words...