But what reality reminds me,
That I have to be satisfied with a small pot.
Every moment I move,
I feel that I’m collecting memories,
But everytime I woke up,
I regret being in tales of fairies.
That means neither I live nor I wok,
As I’m the uninvited guest,
Unable to find the hidden worth,
Standing quite at stage of life’s fest.
Love is the drug I need todae,
But still there is a confusion,
Passing blind days & visble nights,
Thinking was she just an illusion??
Forget the past is what my mind speaks,
Even I admit that my choice was wrong,
But still in can’t stop my heart,
From singing that painful song
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