Whatever I want to say, It's ruined by my words.. My words..
Sometimes I feel that The whole world is a magic, Which is there and not even there, These wind, clouds, air, and springs.. They signal to me, How do I say Their story..
Whatever I want to say, It's ruined by my words.. My words..
I have often thought, That you, me, all of us are mirrors, We see only ourselves in all, I am not there still I am.. Right, wrong, yours me, I have to get.. get my own self..
Whatever I want to say, It's ruined by my words.. My words..