Chores of my day are often finished in a hurry.
My heart is beating but I'm almost dead inside
I wish the sun would take me away to his side.
Screaming silence is present in every crowd
Noise in abundance still people go unheard
I breathe with a feeling of painful regression
I wish the wind would take me to its love session.
Evil eye lives in every sight
So the innocent eyes suffers in plight
Everything is done here with a wrong intention
Many commit mistakes in the name of superstitions
Why are we here and what is our aim?
No one finds this because for us life is a game
I'm tired of compromises and broken promises
Take me to a world where emotions are considered precious.
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