Pick another pastel to shade your life,
Black, white, or the silver of a knife...
This is how the story goes...
she opened her eyes...
I close my eyes,
wonder what things are coming to...
No goodbyes?
girl could this be true...
Ae Dost Teri Dosti Ka Kia Mila Mujhay Sila
Dil Tu Bohat Chahata Par Nai Karta Koi Gila...
I really do,
i hate to say that our friendship is through...
Go away,
I mean it...
I hate how you left me,
there all alone...
We were once best friends who cared what was...
but I guess I should have known this all along...
A naive child crosses a beautiful rose,
It just stood there elegantly...
Is there nothing more to do?
Is there nothing more to say...
You blame me for your problems
You beg me to fix you back...