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 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.
I'm still not over HIM. My Zahir.
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