What I Do

Let go of hearts, I just trust So everyone I count myself How do I sit at her target? What I was saying is, I love you She sits in my sleeves Its my pleasure to take care of her It is certain, goers never return I know but wait I burn candles among the blinds I scream in deaf ears I fulfill the promises, not even I made How much I despise myself Ever the heart come across it I cover it in the darkness I do not mourn with the shade I don't look at the mirror in the case I am very ashamed of her language I believe, this is not real life So I owe it in my life What is the idea about love? Its wrong but Imran does it again