I never felt fire like this before |
I tired everything I could to make you see |
Where are you now? |
For love: men would kill. |
Absence is to love what wind is to fire; when its a small fire, the wind kills it but when its a real fire, the wind intensifies it. |
You not only brighten my days, but also my nights |
Don't make decisions when you're angry. |
Don't stress over could've been, |
You ask me if I love you |
Every day's another story to write |