I
am...
Unaware, my eyes, closed,
but see, crimson, dark, bright...
The smell of your
skin...
Thoughts of death
running rapid through...
Doors locked,
windows barred...
What have you ruined?
A miasma of sickness as feelings twist...
Forget me...
When I'm gone...
There is something wrong with him
In his mind roams demons...
I'm the girl that some call weird
I'm the girl that hates to shed tears...
They look at me
They think I'm fine...
As the fire burned,
And the ashes formed...
Band darwaazo se sunai deti hai kabhi koi dheemi...
To kabhi khamosh pardo ke peeche chipi hoti hai...