The Stuff I Served My Teacher Walking in the shadow of fear, drowning endlessly by a single tear, running along You told me you loved me, but your eyes were empty. You told me yo jiwant mera prem saans leta hai उसकी हर बात घोलती है मेरे कानों में अ No Such Thing As Happy Endings The first night they meet He knew it to be true This girl who lied before him
The stuff I served my teacher
was pretty, fairly gross!
Like rotten eggs and lumpy milk
To feel that sense of comfort
That you felt in times gone by.
To hug someone with
Let me sing you a love song
About what I feel in my heart;
Butterflies can't find
Life may not let me select my lot,
But whether I'd be happy or not...
That is my
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<Hame to Apno Ne Luta....!!!!
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