So while I’m turning in my sheets
And once again, I cannot sleep
Walk out the door and up the street
Look at the stars beneath my feet
Remember rights that I did wrong
So here I go

Hello, hello

There is no place I cannot go
My mind is muddy but
My heart is heavy, does it show
I lose the track that loses me
So here I go

oo oooooo ooo ooo oo oooo…

And so I sent some men to fight,
And one came back at dead of night,
said “Have you seen my enemy?”
said “he looked just like me”
So I set out to cut myself
And here I go

oo oooooo ooo ooo oo oooo…

I’m not calling for a second chance,
I’m screaming at the top of my voice,
Give me reason, but don’t give me choice,
Cos I’ll just make the same mistake again,

oo oooooo ooo ooo oo oooo…

And maybe someday we will meet
And maybe talk and not just speak
Don’t buy the promises ’cause
There are no promises I keep,
and my reflection troubles me
so here I go

oo oooooo ooo ooo oo oooo…

I’m not calling for a second chance,
I’m screaming at the top of my voice,
Give me reason, but don’t give me choice,
Cos I’ll just make the same mistake (REPEAT) again

oo oooooo ooo ooo oo oooo…

So while I’m turning in my sheets

And once again, I cannot sleep

Walk out the door and up the street

Look at the stars

Look at the stars, falling down,

And I wonder where, did I go wrong.

Tooooooooooooo much arabic movies,

today i was driving my car from to giza, and along the way, a lot of advertisements for arabic movies,

where did all these movies come from, and are we really that rich to spend millions on cinema movies while most of the egyptian citizens didnt have meat for months; and the funny thing is that the same citizens that in deep need for money, is the same that goes to cinemas and making those fake actors millionaires, may be they just go to watch something that make them forget this life..

everything is expensive, and we are making millionaires out of fake people that immitate anything that moves.

are we that blind !!!!!!

anyway i hope we awake and know how to use our resources better than this,

If your life is a paint, would u hold the brush and paint it yourself, or you will give others brushes to paint it for you ????

would you do it yourself, or you will let others draw the lines just because you think they will make a beautiful paint out of it.

I have these 2 questions going around my head a lot.

why sometimes people show others an image of the one they want to be, not the one they are actually are, letting them get decieved by the beautifull image, and get the shock later when they discover the naked truth…?

and why people do the things they want and they know that it will hurt the people they love, is love always taken for granted ???