LOVEI hate all of this passion,do you still believe in love?Love is an old fashion!Come up with something new.Something really hits you.Love becomes so cliché!We try to preserve it, but will be glad if we lose it.Love's was well known once in an old narratives,but we don't remember that, because of sedatives.We overdose to get high, That's why we forget about love,And we ask ourselves why?
ODEI know there is something wrong,Every time I try to write a song.my words are not even rhyming,Is it me, or just bad timing?why is this all happening,Is it an end or an opening?I don't know, and I don't care,Getting me wrong, is not damn fair!the mistakes are not a big deal,It only matters how do I feel,And depends on what I'm trying to say, True love or fake heresy. I'm not sure about lots of things...you're the only thing that I'm sure about;I wish if I had have wings,I would pick you up and fly, Faraway where there's no doubt.We will uplifting so high,Above the clouds, beyond the sky.
NEGLIGENCEأَهْمَلْتِنِي فَتَسَاقَطَت أَوْرَاقِيوَتَشَقَّقَت مِن أَدْمُعِي أَحْدَاقِيوَشُرِّدَت لَا ادْرِي تَق&
lamentationThanks for sending me your warmest condolence on her death.For composing such a tragic lamentation.For calming me down, so i pent up my sparkling wrath.She's now dead, you can celebrate the great assassination you have accomplished.You can drink a toast on her grave,with no sad emotion, no grief;laughing out loud, feeling so proud,telling each other that was so brave.She was merely a woman.Very venerable, and you were so capable,to murder her and none of you is culpable.Because what you perpetrated wasn't a felony.women are stigma,It's said so in your distorted dogma.But thank you anyway for haughtiness,for y