Unsaid
Unsaid


Even the scars look beautiful
As you touched my soul
I'm finding the purpose of living
There's much unsaid
Always deep in me
What to do?
My sky is peeping for the stars
Which usually denies it.
Even the scars look beautiful
As you touched my soul
I'm finding the purpose of living
There's much unsaid
Always deep in me
What to do?
My sky is peeping for the stars
Which usually denies it.