How can I be so broken?
In a surrounding  so well
Why do my dreams fail?
Now, I am afraid of dreaming. 
Tired of demanding, tired of complaining, 
When will my prayers be heard?
In this magical and mysterious  world
When  I search for myself in priorities
I never found myself,
When I search for myself in options 
I always found myself,
In the crowd of a thousand voices, I am lost
Like a comedy show, people are becoming its host
My heart melts a thousand times each day
But pain still  finds a corner to stay 
My people saw silent tears of the unknown
But for my lessons, I was left alone
Fake hopes have entangled  me so much
It is difficult to come out of their clutch
surrounded by people who are my own
No one is with me in my ups and downs
Here, the words are not healers,
They are only the pain givers
My dreams are left in a bin 
I am punished for what sin?
Give me an answer, I don't know
Where do I go?
Everyone feels that it is so late 
Who should I pity on people or my fate
I can't change the way I feel 
I wish I could do something to heal.
The world knows only my cover,
Let them know what's going under.
Why does life gift mr unhappiness and desolation?
It turns out to be great frustration 
There are a thousand  ways which one to choose from
The soul is longing to find some of the clues,
Days will ever roll up for the new?
Will anyone be there for my rescue?

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