❤.❤

You touch these tired eyes of mine
And map my face out line by line
And somehow growing old feels fine
I listen close for I'm not smart
You wrap you thoughts in works of art
And they're hanging on the walls of my heart

I may not have the softest touch
I may not say the words as such
And though I may not look like much
I'm yours
And though my edges may be rough
And never feel I'm quite enough
It may not seem like very much
But I'm yours

You heeled these scars over time
Embraced my soul
You loved my mind
You're the only angel in my life
The day news came my best friend died
My knees went week and you saw me cry
Say I'm still the soldier in your eyes

I may not have the softest touch
I may not say the words as such
And though I may not look like much
I'm yours
And though my edges may be rough
And never feel I'm quite enough
It may not seem like very much
But I'm yours

I may not have the softest touch
I may not say the words as such
I know I don't fit in that much
But I'm yours

No,actually kan sehra,
you shld put it in this way,
"nowadays 4B is studying so hard by sleeping late @ night to study & preparing for N that they were too tired the next day,so they in sch" :b

STU-DYING!

seriously,
we had only one proper lesson & 5 free periods today.

preparing for N-level.
work hard ppl.
& really they are sleeping in class.
[dont be surprise]

no more interior design course,
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❤❤