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titanium - sia
I may cry, ruining my makeup
Wash away all the things you've taken
And I don't care if I don't look pretty
Big girls cry when their hearts are breaking
Wash away all the things you've taken
And I don't care if I don't look pretty
Big girls cry when their hearts are breaking
Obstinate are the trammels, but my heart aches when I try to break them.
Freedom is all I want, but to hope for it I feel ashamed.
I am certain that priceless wealth is in thee, and that thou art my best friend, but I have not the heart to sweep away the tinsel that fills my room.
The shroud that covers me is a shroud of dust and death; I hate it, yet hug it in love.
My debts are large, my failures great,my shame secret and heavy; yet when I come to ask for my good, I quake in fear lest my prayer be granted.
- verse 28, Geetanjali, R Tagore
Freedom is all I want, but to hope for it I feel ashamed.
I am certain that priceless wealth is in thee, and that thou art my best friend, but I have not the heart to sweep away the tinsel that fills my room.
The shroud that covers me is a shroud of dust and death; I hate it, yet hug it in love.
My debts are large, my failures great,my shame secret and heavy; yet when I come to ask for my good, I quake in fear lest my prayer be granted.
- verse 28, Geetanjali, R Tagore
I came out alone on my way to my tryst.
But who is this that follows me in the silent dark?
I move aside to avoid his presence but I escape him not.
He makes the dust rise from the earth with his swagger;
he adds his loud voice to every word that I utter.
He is my own little self, my lord, he knows no shame;
but I am ashamed to come to thy door in his company.
- Geetanjali, R Tagore
But who is this that follows me in the silent dark?
I move aside to avoid his presence but I escape him not.
He makes the dust rise from the earth with his swagger;
he adds his loud voice to every word that I utter.
He is my own little self, my lord, he knows no shame;
but I am ashamed to come to thy door in his company.
- Geetanjali, R Tagore
The song that I came to sing remains unsung to this day.
I have spent my days in stringing and in unstringing my instrument.
The time has not come true, the words have not been rightly set;
only there is the agony of wishing in my heart.
The blossom has not opened; only the windis sighing by.
I have not seen his face, nor have I listened to his voice;
only I have heard his gentle footsteps from the road before my house.
The livelong day has passed in spreading his seat on the floor;
but the lamp has not been lit and I cannot ask him into my house.
I live in the hope of meeting with him; but this meeting is not yet.
- Song Unsung, Geetanjali, Rabindranath Tagore
I have spent my days in stringing and in unstringing my instrument.
The time has not come true, the words have not been rightly set;
only there is the agony of wishing in my heart.
The blossom has not opened; only the windis sighing by.
I have not seen his face, nor have I listened to his voice;
only I have heard his gentle footsteps from the road before my house.
The livelong day has passed in spreading his seat on the floor;
but the lamp has not been lit and I cannot ask him into my house.
I live in the hope of meeting with him; but this meeting is not yet.
- Song Unsung, Geetanjali, Rabindranath Tagore
Mujhey to baat karni tmse....my hands and legs will start talking now 
Looks like someone can't take the death of stardust...haha
You lost two men
You lost two men
Roman....haha.....I guess you are wrong....he is married and has a baby girl....poor you....haha
Barking won't change the fact.....haha....for me you are football.....haha....juute khane ko tayar ho jao...
Haha....I am still alive....but stardust is dead....go and play DJ on your lovers grave.... lolz
lolz
Burayi hmesha sacchayi ko dabana chahti hai...in the end sach ki jeet hoti hai.....so I won't shut up....
