My heart says one thing. But my face shows another. I'm tired of how I constantly have to keep up with time. I'm out of breath. Let me breath again and smell the scent of peace I once enjoyed.
Fizah
I do things my way.
So don't stop me.
Don't be afraid to make a wrong move.
Because life has a funny way of making all things wrong seem right.
Memories don't do us much good.
It becomes of a burden as we age.
