Songs without music, is pure poetry. Listen, can't you hear the music I’m making?
Without words,there’d be no songs.
He mortgaged his soul to the Devil, to get nothing in return, but the realisation, he was nothing more, but Extra Ordinary
With all those letters, and with all those words, I didn’t even know how write out your name.
I wanted you to think me a genius. But I opened my mouth, letting the words fall-out one by one and in the process became a fool.
When I am gone, people will read these letters I put together. Read all these letters that I put together to write words. Words put together to make sentences. The sentences put together to tell a story. Letters telling my story. I will cheat death in the end.
You told me, once, you loved me. Once.
And so desperate to believe in fairy tales, I believed you.