I can't say that I'm living my best days
And I can't say that I get the man of my dreams
Because; he still chose the work days as an exercise to stay with me
And because he always celebrating with her , in their house not with me
And because he always smile that charming smile whenever he talk with her , and I thought I was the only one who make him feel that way

Some boy flirt with me when we walk in the street, and my head is spinning around with possibilities of what are you gonna do ?
Will you rebuke him and get angry like what you do whenever someone flirt with her ?
Or you just bring me closer to you and pass your long fingers on my shoulder,
like a hopeless and sad sign that, I’m all yours?
 yes,
the second choice,
always.

I want to write a song
I want to be a songwriter
I want to dream a dream
I want to be a dreamer
I want to write a poem
I want to be a poet
I want my poetry to be spread
So that someone will finally feel it
The eyes are sparkling with too much glam
Who has the power to achieve it?
The heart is burdened with too much pain
Who has the power to enter it? Then to heal it?
Then to return it to its original keeper.
Because she lost it while she was floating in gold
Golden dreams would never find its way to her miserable heart
Her miserable heart that wishes to be it all
But here she is, here she goes
Writing about her inability to let her dreams out of this ripped gray closet
She writes them down in her white screen
Perhaps someday, somebody will find it,
Will find it rare.

now I let the television on
while I don't even watch
but I play it loud and clear
so, all the silence in the room
will be replaced by the noise
that once was filled with yours

but why I don’t say it directly?
will you come back to me?
so alone without you
but why I don't say it directly?
will you come back to me?
before your smell fads away
and i get lost
cause i won't breathe another breathe without you
and in case you have not figured it out yet
yes, you are my life support

maybe you were not mine,
and you will probably never be,
but
I will always be yours
till infinity.

Her mind was brilliant
her mind was not even a diamond
it was much bigger and greater than this
it was deep like the ocean, broad like the sky,
no, it was considerably further than this

It was like the place where the sky and ocean meets
where the fish and all the wild creatures occupy
where the stars and the planets spin

It was much deeper and greater than this
It has wild thoughts and incredible themes
It pictures the most marvelous scenes

she was pretty ,not only her face
but she was pretty in soul, heart, features
she was pretty like I have never seen before
she was not pretty just like me and you
she was like the queen of this world
yet she did not know.

i don't know what is worse
the smell of yesterday leftovers dinner in the room or
the ghost of her in your eyes every time when we are alone

When you kiss her, do you think of my lips?
And when you hug her, do you think of my smell?
When you see her laugh, do you think of mine?
I hope you do, see my shadow over her all the times
I’m not mean or full of envy, no  
But I just want you to feel what you made me feel
Lost and unable to think of someone else but you

The world is spinning
You met her
The world is spinning
You kiss her
The world is spinning
You leave her
The world is spinning
You met someone else
The world is spinning
You kiss someone else
The world is spinning
You leave someone else

I wonder if you did meet me one day
Will the world stop spinning?