The temperature was high what a scorching heat
I lost control to get irritated a bit...

Many stories, still unwritten
Many chapters, still not read...

I die everyday just to live for you
but my strength is invisible...

If your mother slapped you when you first lied,
you wouldnt pretend to this extent now...

She has left, I miss her
Though knowing she's quite unaware...

She has left, I miss her
Though knowing she's quite unaware...

The pain keeps coming alone in succession
We're never ready to take another old lesson...

Every second an allegation
More than a million explanations...

Christmas comes
We shout it for joy...

Lets move on
Let those small things go...