Dear parents :
You shattered my dreams
and cut my wings,
I am not your slave,
To nod to whatever you say,
Congrats, you have killed my inner peace,
And ripped it apart, piece by piece,
A girl who is regretting by her birth every single day,
It's like projection screen is playing a never ending show in slow...
and cut my wings,
I am not your slave,
To nod to whatever you say,
Congrats, you have killed my inner peace,
And ripped it apart, piece by piece,
A girl who is regretting by her birth every single day,
It's like projection screen is playing a never ending show in slow...