DarkSide Of The Room
Inspired by many true stories
Some part of my heart is always in darkness without you.
This is not a sad story, its how my life looks without you.
Everything looks intact and clean everywhere, but floors and walls are yelling from the inside.
Whispering Stories, not strange for me
It depicts me, I don’t look sad or depress. But no one knows about my inside.
I’m suffering from an unexpected failure
An unwanted situation, hurting my emotion
Of my Choose . . .
Whispering Stories, not strange for me
It depicts me, I don’t look sad or depress. But no one knows about my inside.
I’m suffering from an unexpected failure
An unwanted situation, hurting my emotion
Of my Choose . . .
I Always stare on you when I was seating on the coach, you open the door intentionally, because you know I got crazy when you were changing.
You left your red shoes. I don’t know if it means more suffer or it’s a hope for your return. Fools hope.
You left your red shoes. I don’t know if it means more suffer or it’s a hope for your return. Fools hope.
Darling, I’m in the mood of touching when you were next to me and whispering with your orphic voice in my ears. You told me you love me after the first kiss, but I didn’t know the rules.
Now I know everything, but it's late too late because I already fell in
Now I know everything, but it's late too late because I already fell in
You always love the fan, soft breeze of the wind between your legs and I love the ways your hairs moved. You told me to let it go by flow, but I always knew, we were the flow.
The steam on the glasses had only one mean at the time;
“you are there”
The steam on the glasses had only one mean at the time;
“you are there”
Time, each moment past as a year for me now.
Nothing can fill the moments of being with you.
I called it Love time, I planned for that, a well organizes, I was very patient and I did it!!!
But you knew how to change the plans, not planned to fall in love, but you changed it.
You closed your eyes but never opened them again.
My black hairs turning to white but these black colors are still the same.
I wish you could back and lighten this darkness
But you knew how to change the plans, not planned to fall in love, but you changed it.
You closed your eyes but never opened them again.
My black hairs turning to white but these black colors are still the same.
I wish you could back and lighten this darkness
And as days and nights past one after another
But, those days will not come back, and
You will not come back
You have gone, Forever
And we Are All Alone. . .
Dedicated to all real lovers. . . .
Thank you for watching . . .
