My feelings these days
they are so strange
…they have such a range
Now, I am happy and ecstatic
Then, frightened and frantic...
Now, I dream, hope and desire
Then, all my hopes catch fire...
Now, I want to sing and dance
Then, I just get হারিয়ে গেছে in a trance...
Now, I see all so plain and clear
Then, my vision is blurred দ্বারা a tear...
Now, all I want is to conjugate
Then, I wonder about our fate...
Now, your joy is my only goal
Then, my soul cries for your soul...
My feelings these days
They are so strange
But my প্রণয় for you
…doesn’t change
they are so strange
…they have such a range
Now, I am happy and ecstatic
Then, frightened and frantic...
Now, I dream, hope and desire
Then, all my hopes catch fire...
Now, I want to sing and dance
Then, I just get হারিয়ে গেছে in a trance...
Now, I see all so plain and clear
Then, my vision is blurred দ্বারা a tear...
Now, all I want is to conjugate
Then, I wonder about our fate...
Now, your joy is my only goal
Then, my soul cries for your soul...
My feelings these days
They are so strange
But my প্রণয় for you
…doesn’t change
Dear Self
What if আপনি don’t wake up tomorrow?
What if this is your last দিন on this earth?
What if that two মিনিট conversation আপনি had with your mother two hours ago, was the last time আপনি ever spoke to her?
What if আপনি never ever would hear him laugh, see his smile অথবা talk to him ever again?
What if আপনি later this night take your last breath?
What then?
Would আপনি be proud of the life আপনি have lived?
Will আপনি regret something that আপনি did অথবা did not say?
Would আপনি be proud of how people would remember you?
Would আপনি regret not taking আরো chances, অথবা not telling him what আপনি really feel for him?
I see a world of darkness and my hands are shaking..
My legs are numb..
My eyes heavy..
My হৃদয় racing..
Blacking out..
Will pills in my hands..
Hoping that they'll end the pain and I'll sleep forever..
Maybe this will be my last goodbye..
My final breath..
What if আপনি don’t wake up tomorrow?
What if this is your last দিন on this earth?
What if that two মিনিট conversation আপনি had with your mother two hours ago, was the last time আপনি ever spoke to her?
What if আপনি never ever would hear him laugh, see his smile অথবা talk to him ever again?
What if আপনি later this night take your last breath?
What then?
Would আপনি be proud of the life আপনি have lived?
Will আপনি regret something that আপনি did অথবা did not say?
Would আপনি be proud of how people would remember you?
Would আপনি regret not taking আরো chances, অথবা not telling him what আপনি really feel for him?
I see a world of darkness and my hands are shaking..
My legs are numb..
My eyes heavy..
My হৃদয় racing..
Blacking out..
Will pills in my hands..
Hoping that they'll end the pain and I'll sleep forever..
Maybe this will be my last goodbye..
My final breath..
In the beginning, that's the word everyone feels whenever they think of someone special.
প্রণয় is the word that brings people happiness.
It gives them life, meaning, hope and faith because one man and one woman, thinks that they're always going to be together.
But in the end, প্রণয় is nothing. Nothing compared to hatred অথবা hurt. প্রণয় only causes pain to those who want to be loved.
প্রণয় is breaking someone's হৃদয় whenever আপনি hear that person say, "I don't প্রণয় you."
প্রণয় brings tears to those who are broken.
প্রণয় always has something else with it.
Sometimes it brings pain.
Hurt.
Regret.
Melancholy.
Burdens.
All those things are what প্রণয় has brought. Though some people fight for their love, evillness came raging back until it overwhelmes আপনি with such force.
It's normal. It's life. It sometimes feels just right.
প্রণয় sometimes comes with a dream, but leaves with a nightmare.
A pain so deep inside of me that no one will ever see,
I take the pain and lock it up and throw away the key..
Because if I take this pain out of the bottle for আপনি to see,
আপনি would not know the one আপনি know because I’m not even me..
The one I was months পূর্বে disappeared the night আপনি left..
My sailing soul was caught ablaze and sunk into the depths..
I smile on the outside but within my hearts in rage..
A beautiful vase filled with poison,
my sadness turns to hate..
The hate that I have,
I hold the closest to my soul..
It is the only thing I have left of you,
it is hate that makes me Joel...
I take the pain and lock it up and throw away the key..
Because if I take this pain out of the bottle for আপনি to see,
আপনি would not know the one আপনি know because I’m not even me..
The one I was months পূর্বে disappeared the night আপনি left..
My sailing soul was caught ablaze and sunk into the depths..
I smile on the outside but within my hearts in rage..
A beautiful vase filled with poison,
my sadness turns to hate..
The hate that I have,
I hold the closest to my soul..
It is the only thing I have left of you,
it is hate that makes me Joel...