As a child,
I believed,
Being right,
Was life's truth indeed.
As a child,
I believed,
Strangers were bad people,
From evil serials.
As a child,
I believed,
Beauty lied in the face,
And not in the cheer.
As a child,
I believed,
To be bad to people,
was a right solution to all your problems.
But then I realized,
As a child,
I was wrong,
Coz everyone's truth varies,
According to their norms.
As a child,
I was wrong,
The real bad people weren't villains from serials,
They were friends who turned into backstabbers when you needed them the most.
As a child,
I was wrong,
Beauty was only about heart,
And not in its outer cover.
As a child,
I was wrong,
Coz some times you just have to let Karma work,
At its best to give you the results you have deserved all along!!!

The night hides a lot of secrets,
Many guilty fears and many tensed cries,
The only thing that it can't hide,
Is the heaviness of the heart and its silly crimes.

The night hides a lot of stories,
Of the coward and the brave,
The only story that it can't hide,
Is the one known to the day.

The night hides a lot of  horrors,
Of the young and the old,
The only horrors it hasn't been able to hide,
Are the ones of the gaudy wars.

The night shuts all my thoughts,
Many ugly truths and many foolish lies,
The only truth it can't hide,
Is that my life is based on a lie.

For the past few days,
I only have been thinking,
Things aren't that good,
As they have been looking.
I lie to myself that it will change,
And I regret that it won't,
But anyways I hold on,
With a clinging hope.
At times I feel,
That my hard work will pay off,
Later then I realize,
My patience has started to get lost.
Whatever have I been thinking,
Isn't as bad as my wet eyes blinking,
For the past days,
I only have been thinking,
For the past days,
I only have been thinking.

i lost a friend when i lost u
i cried more than ever
i needed u the most that day
bt my conditions were clever
i want to trust u again
n i miss u alot
but can i ever look at u
the way that i alwys used to
they say trust is like a paper
once crumpled can not be the way it used to
but i still want u back
i dont know how
its ok
dear frnd
i still love u the same
its just a bitter feeling
that never wants me to trust u again

i lost a friend when i lost u
i cried more than ever
i needed u the most that day
bt my conditions were clever
i want to trust u again
n i miss u alot
but can i ever look at u
the way that i alwys used to
they say trust is like a paper
once crumpled can not be the way it used to
but i still want u back
i dont know how
its ok
dear frnd
i still love u the same
its just a bitter feeling
that never wants me to trust u again

Every one has there guilty pleasures,
Mine is to lie cold blooded when I am in a mess,
The devil inside me laughs even harder,
When he sees me becoming too numb.