La joie.Je sens comme une fille qui a cinq ans. Dancing around in her bedroom. Feeling nothing but la joie.La joie.
J'ai quinze ans maintenant. Dancing around in ma mere's basement. Feeling nothing but la joie.
La musique in habits my body. I smile from ear to ear listening to the lyrics of mon chanson favori. While gracefully completing une combinaison de chené turns, piqués et pas de bourres.
No choreography could express the raw emotion of la joie i feel twirling, spinning and jumping about.
Quand j'avais cinq ans i did the exact same steps
Too Late.Now that it doesn't matter, i care.Too Late.
Now that he's no longer jealous, i am.
Now that we're a part, i miss us.
Now that he's gone, i want him back.
Too late kid... everythings over
now.
Hijab.I tell myself I'm excited. I tell myself I'm ready. I tell myself it's now or never.Hijab.
My heart tells me I'm devasted. My heart tells me I'm anything but ready. My heart tells me to rebel
against everything I believe to believe in.
I kick, scream, fight.
for the freedom to do as i please. My heart agrees with my actions.
I was taught to think with my head, not my heart. "Your heart does not k n o w what's best for you. Your heart only f e e l s what's best for you." Am I wrong to be perfectly fine wit
I'd Rather Be With You.
Isolated
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Let's be lonely together.
Better add some amazing stuff... like ur song.
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Wondering who I am
FIRST.
Like that matters. Put something up Nazrat.
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