Novel & Cerita Lyrics Poor Unfortunate Souls

Closing my eyes, I tried to sing. ‘How has everything been turned against us?’ ‘How did suffering become so endless?’ ‘How am I to reunite with my estranged?’ ‘Do I need to change?’ My hushed voice was cracking and I could barely get out the words. Music was a refuge. A safe place. Yet here I was…struggling to even find the words. ‘I'm surrounded by the souls of those I've lost’ ‘I'm the only whose line I haven't crossed’ ‘What if the greatest threat we'll find across the sea’

Playing in the game to lose I did everything for you It's all your fault It's all your fault, bitch Why you gotta be so cruel Playing in the game to lose I did everything for you I hope you suffer Now I swear we'll never make it out alive Cuz we're tied up in this burning house Tied up in this burning house Tried to save us but you watched us die Now we're locked inside this burning house You won't ever let me out Burn it to the ground, burn it to the ground Listen to the fire, revel in the sound Burn it to the ground, ground, ground Locked inside this burning house Burn it to the ground, burn it to the ground Listen to the fire, revel in the sound Burn it to the ground, ground, ground You w

Do you know of a place so cold, This is the place I call my soul, A place without hope or comforting dreams, A life not worth living wouldn't it seem. Do you know of a life that should have never been, And the feeling that today this life has to end. One more day of sadness is much too hard to bear, Do you know a person with so much pain inside, Or the feeling of loneliness when no one hears your cries, Maybe when the tears are gone and I can clearly see, The only question left will be...

she whispered again "The unfortunate. I think I know what it means, the unfortunate are those who have the power to dream. That means the music didn’t kill me because it can’t and that’s the same reason why it didn’t kill her, the music only complied her to kill herself because it only has the power to torture her.” She said as she wiped her tears

MIRROR, MIRROR Take a look at my face, What do you see? I feel nothing anymore. Take a look at my scars, They've never faded. Take a look at my eyes, Can you quantify the pain in them? I live, Memories of the past, Threatening to drag me under. I made a mistake, To think I'd ever be fine. I'm a broken piece, Nothing, can ever mend me. I'm sorry I loved you, Sorry I lied to you.

Amirah asked desperate to end the silence, Muhammad gave her a brief dumb expression. "I don't even know what you're talking about." "The band singing, they're called Lady Antebellum but it has two guys and a girl, the name's weird." She said adjusting her seatbelt as they began to leave the main city behind. "I didn't even know they were a band, I thought it was just a lady singing.." Muhammad said nonchalantly, Amirah glared at him. "You can't hear a man's voice abi?" "I thought he was just an undercover singer."

the lady called Cindy said for me to sigh, "Sorry, I don't even know I'm married, "I said to her for her to tear up, "What happened to you Arrya, you made my brother a walking corps, he is leaving his life in your shadow and now you can't. “Please don't make her feel stupid, she was involved in an accident " Octavio cut in making the lady red to clean her tears. "I'm sorry, I don't even know who I am," I said for her to hug me again.

"This one's new. I wrote it yesterday. It's called 'The Flame.'" I played the opening chords. This song was different. Fierce. About survival and strength and refusing to be extinguished. *They thought they owned me* *Thought they'd bought my soul* *But you can't purchase fire* *Can't auction off the coal* *They thought they broke me* *Crushed my spirit down* *But ashes birth new phoenixes* *And queens don't need a crown* The lyrics were about Darren without naming him. About everything he'd taken and everything he'd failed to destroy.

but you once said you can't live with poor man like me, but here you are In my house, and you don't know when you are leaving my house, and you don't know maybe this is your last bus stop" Mickel said, "That was then, but now, this Is my last bus stop, I don't think I will go out for three months because I know that you are capable of taking care of me" Naomi said, and he smiles, and she stood up and moves closer to Mickel and she kissed him but Mickel wasn't reciprocate, and he held her hands, and said, "babe, I'm poor, but this house Is mine, I bought this house with my money, but the day you call me a poor man, I wept, but I hold myself, you told me that, my house Is not a mansion, you po