| Deviant Login | Shop | Join deviantART for FREE  |
Take the Tour  |
teri yaadonTeri yaadon mein mein khooya hoonteri yaadon by ~alwyzhrtbrkn
Isi gham mein mein rota hoon
Mera dil ro raha hai
Tu kyun nahi mere paas hai
Tere saath bitaye har ek pal ko mein yaad karoon
Tere haathon ko apne haathon mein lene ko mein tarsoon
Meri aakhen dhoondhti hai tujhe
Tu kyun nahi mere paas hai
Tum hi se mere din ki shuruat ho
Tum se hi meri raat khatam
Mein choone ko tarsoon tujhe
Tu kyun nahi mere paas hai
Mein chaand tare tod ke de doon tujhe
Mein apni jaan bhi de doon tere liye
Mere ko akela kyun choda tune
Tu kyun nahi mere paas hai
Mein saath tere shoolon pe bhi chalne ko taiyaar
Shool ko phool samajhne ko bhi taiyaar mein
Mera dil kyun tod
All AloneAll alone in the crowdAll Alone by ~alwyzhrtbrkn
And im walking around
Feeling alone
Cast aside by the crowd
Trusting new people
Is difficult for me
Ppl that I trust have turned their back on me
Making new friends
Is difficult for me
My best friends have made new groups that don't include me
Who do I trust now
God show me a way
I need your guidance now
Now more than any other day
So many facets of my life I have created
Summing them all up is giving me a headache
My past and my future should never collide
The shambles that I call my life will fall apart so fast
That I will be shunned aside.
my best frndMy life is in a crisismy best frnd by ~alwyzhrtbrkn
My best friend that I love is going away
So far away
I don't want her to go
I don't want her to go so far away
I want her to be with me and stay
She want to get away
She doesn't want to stay
What should I do to make her stay
I want her to be happy where ever she is
But what about the life plans I built with her.
The LIfeSometimes in the dark,The LIfe by ~TheLeTaureau
Sometimes in the night,
I go into the park,
Looking for the light.
Some things you lose,
Some things you find,
But life as such,
Is the game in the mind.
Sometimes, someone you meet,
With the mud at our feet,
Sand in your hands,
And eyes full of dreams.
Some come true,
And some remain false,
But the ecstasy of the true ones,
Wash away the false.
Then comes a time,
When you don't have a dime,
To dream, to feel,
To wash away your crimes.
You bend on your knees,
And beg for forgiveness,
To the one almighty,
Who has all the dimes.
Still you dream...
'Cause dream you must
Of the time, f the dimes
A
Sta.sh
