Blossom کے بول

The smell of the lemon's blossom Made me realize that I'm still alive & all of the sounds around me, They made me want to survive. Well you can try & teach me , of all of your ways, To your 'peace' , but nothing can compete with my way, Because I'm known around to be skilled. I'm skilled in the art of bleeding, Skilled in the art of- not. Skilled in the art of falling, Beginning it all from the start. It's so sad you still think about me, but I can't enjoy it at all. I just fall into endless darkness , with no sky , no ground & no walls. Well you can try & teach me , of all of your ways, To your 'peace' , but nothing can compete with my way, Because I'm known around to be skilled. I'm skilled in the art of bleeding, skilled in the art of- not. Skilled in the art of falling , beginning it all from the start.