ख़त (II)
To the one who who can feel me,
I might not be a perfect person in your eyes,
I might have so many flaws,
There must be my few habits that would displease you,
My talks might often annoy you,
I might sound really rude...
I might not be a perfect person in your eyes,
I might have so many flaws,
There must be my few habits that would displease you,
My talks might often annoy you,
I might sound really rude...