aliyah aliyah

(22/3/1989 / muscat)

SORRY


Sorry
But I died before today, I died long time ago
I died hundred times befour

Sorry
I lived in silence for a long time
And am stilll in pain
I tried 2 get out of all of this

Sorry
I lived an age older than my age
Million times older

Sorry
I always took people’s pain and made it as mine
But I always ask my self, until when am I gonna do this

Sorry
Sometimes I run from my self
Like the way someone runs from people who bothers them

Sorry
Everytime I ask my eyes to let me sleep, just for today
But they say (Sorry, we wish we could help you)

Sorry
To my heart and to my soul, because I let you surfer through all of this
SO SORRY! !

Submitted: Thursday, March 09, 2006
Edited: Wednesday, April 05, 2006

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