Again and Again I talk about the same
Again and Again I cry on the same
Is it because i deserve it
Or am i born for this
Everyday, every minute I have something new
Something new which scatters me from the heart
I cry in pain, tears turned to blood
But still no peace at heart
No joke to cheer, No life to live
What am I, Where am I
I live life coz i have too
Seems no choice even to live my own life
Life has become meaningless
Patience has saturated
No wish to lead this life
And no desire to end the life
So, Me will live like dead body
Is it thats why i am here
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