Tuesday, August 26, 2008

She doesn't look, she doesn't see
Opens up for nobody
Figures out, she figures out
Narrow line, she can't decide
Everything short of suicide
Never hurts, nearly works

Something is scratching
Its way out
Something you want
To forget about

A part of you that'll never show
You're the only one that'll ever know
Take it back when it all began
Take your time, would you understand
What it's all about?
What it's all about?
the fray-little house


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) (ate said...

That was actually very gud...
at first I thought u had ritten that urself....cuz tumharay style se mujhay milta julta laga....par then i saw the name of the singer and all..
havent heard of this song before...
will get it...but will hear it after Ramzan

(¯`•._.•[Raaji]•._.•´¯) said...

ahh... beautiful-- as always :-)

I like this template better than the other one :-)