I learned the truth at seventeen
That love was meant for beauty queens..

..and I'm not one so maybe I should shut the fuck up and shouldn't expect too much or shouldn't expect anything at all but that'd be stupid. Know what I'm saying?

Inventing lovers on the phone
Repenting other lives unknown
Who call and say - come dance with me
And murmur vague obsceneties
To ugly girls like me, at seventeen

So very true, haha.

xXx- I also posted this one at my myspace blog. :]

I've got to move on and be who I am
I just don't belong here, I hope you understand
We might find our place in this world someday
But at least for now... I've got to go my own way.

I like the message of the song, maybe It's because I can relate to it. Anyway, here I am, sick and desperate to talk to my Zahir. My zahir, I thought I was over the zahir and I'd never experience having a zahir again. But I was wrong. And here I am, madly in love with someone whom I thought LOVED me in return. Past tense right? Well, you have to guess it by yourself. Am I making any sense?

I'm still not over HIM. My Zahir.