one week before Ramadan and my life is a disaster
from the outside, I am the happiest in the world
from the outside everything is fine
but not anything is fine
I went all the way to paris to feel fine
and I'm back just the same
I feel ugly when I should feel beautiful
I feel alone when I should feel with someone
I feel dirtywhen I should be clean
I feel heavy when I should be light
I feel uncool even though I should be cool
cool about myself
Living on the edge of the track waiting for what to pull me up
leaving who pull me down
letting this carve when
Paris says BE MYSTERIOUS, BE HAPPY,BE IN LOVE
I am neither mysterious happy or in love.........
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