I miss the way
We used to be...
The wind blows away
the young childish memories we once had...
Friends come,
Friends go...
When did you forget to listen to me?
When did you start to push me away...
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...