"Bleeding Hearts In The Dark" beckons listeners into an enigmatic realm where the fusion of poetry and song lyrics becomes a mesmerizing narrative of universal human emotions. Within this hauntingly beautiful album, the themes of lost love, relentle...
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In the still of night, I wake to despair, She vanished from my world, it's just not fair. I never saw it coming, no rhyme or reason, Left alone, lost in this endless season.
Oh Chandan, the writer, tell this tale so true, Of love abandoned, leaving me so blue.
She slipped away, no words to explain, Leaving me behind in this world of pain. I never left or hurt her, that much is clear, Yet I'm left with loneliness and silent tears.
In the shadows of our love, I'm left to roam, A broken heart, a house that's not a home. I search for answers, but there are none to find, Just the echoes of her love, forever left behind.
Oh Chandan, the writer, bear witness to my strife, In this heart-wrenching tale of a love untimely rife.
Now I'm so lonely, in this world so cold, She's the missing piece, the one I long to hold. But she's gone without a word, without a trace, Leaving me to wander in this empty space.
In the depths of night, I call her name, But she's gone, and I'm left with endless pain. Oh, Chandan, the writer, let my story be told, Of a love that vanished, leaving my heart so cold
