Thursday کے بول

There can be no maybe For the strong Nor for the weak Maybe perhaps has caused me to hesitate? No Friday No tomorrow No time left to borrow No Friday No tomorrow Your silence, my sorrow A queen of worries My doubts and insecurities Drawn like moths to flame, or so itseems They eat at my face as I fear them, the traces Time for a decision No No Friday No tomorrow No time left to borrow No Friday No tomorrow Your silence, my sorrow I set an ultimatum Out with the doubts or in with the flames Today, no, tomorrow I guess we’ll just wait and see Maybe Time for a decision No Friday No tomorrow No time left to borrow No Friday No tomorrow Your silence, my sorrow