Treasure Island

qendresa ulaj

(9.12.1990 / kosovo)

on a rainy day

on a rainy day
i feel lost
i cant find my way
i feel like a ghost

my tears start to blow
as the rain does
but my inner-self i cant show
its hidden and lost

i try to fake a smile
but it hurts inside
try to find a reason for my life
trying not to feel blind

it was a rainy day
when i lost a part of me
now i dont know what to say
cuz i really cant see

im trying to live
but i dont feel like living
i feel like i want to kill
feels like something's missing

something's really missing
since the day you left
you let my heart bleeding
with the last word you said

it was a rainy day
when you broke my heart
i couldnt even say
we shouldnt be appart

Submitted: Tuesday, September 23, 2008
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