The Misfortunate lyrics
The untold tales have a different pace,
what shall I say the rhythmic break?
Holding by and breaking off,
numbing the pain
while it lasts.
The untold tales don't bother me more,
what shall I've been to the untold?
Holding by isn't my choice,
breaking out
is worth the shot.
Tell me the reason to breathe,
Tell me the breathtaking out of speed,
tell me dreams that unfold unreal,
tell me, why do I cling by your side?
The untold tales have a different pace,
what shall I say the rhythmic break?
Holding by and breaking off,
numbing the pain
while it lasts.
Why does it last?
Last for long?
Holding hands is so tough.
Tell me why?
Why do I?
Have to be here, while it pains.
Tell me the reason to breathe,
Tell me the breathtaking out of speed,
tell me dreams that unfold unreal,
tell me, why do I cling by your side?
Cling by your side.
Cling by your side.
Cling by your side.
The untold tales have a different pace,
what shall I say the rhythmic break?
Holding by isn't my choice,
breaking out, numbing the pain.
The End!
These are such thoughts that engulf my mind each time I tend to rethink if I am proper for the person I really like and adore. Am I the proper one, am I taking the right choice for the right person? More wavering thoughts crosses my mind, blurring my vision. In the end, I am at loss, if so I have taken the right choice of, to be or not to be.
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