𝗠𝗜𝗗𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧

بگو از ما که به زندگی دچاریم لحظه ها رو میکشیم،نمی شماریم.

Matilda, you talk of the pain like it's all alright But I know that you feel like a piece of you's dead inside

𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒓 𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖.

𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒓 𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖.

I'll never cry, my love, though every day seems like a hundred years For I'm just a fool who clings to his pride but when I'm alone I can hear the sound of rain in my heart, of the tears that I hide And it tears me apart, 'cause I keep them inside

Round Like a circle in a spiral Like a wheel within a wheel Never ending or beginning On an ever-spinning reel As the images unwind Like the circles that you find In the windmills of your mind

This dream isn't feeling sweet, we're reeling through the midnight streets And I've never felt more alone, feels so scary getting old