sometimes we wish,
that there would be someone waiting for us.
Sometimes we wish,
that someone will ask us if we're okay.
Sometimes we just keep on waiting for the wish to come true.
Sometimes we wish,
that someone would hear us.
Sometimes we wish,
that someone  accepts us.
sometimes we just keep in waiting for the wish to come true.
sometimes..

among these people,
there will be one who will be different.
Among these Stylish people,
That one person will be wearing pajamas when everyone is wearing prada.
Among these people who listen to One Republic,
he/she will be listen to Elvis Presley and the Beatles.
That person will stand out.
That person will be ignored,
but will always shine like a star,
which is found when you carefully see it
Among'st these people

everyone has a dark side,
i have a dark side,
a side full of evilness,
envy,
no faith.
The side kills me,
when i know you are right behind me.
You turn me to the darkness,
you make my heart dark,
you make my blood poison,
and change my world white.
my dark side hates you,
my peach side loves you.
you bring out the worst in me,
and the best side of me.

this hall was the place where she was murdered,
murdered at her wedding day.
these are the halls where she cried for help,
and soon her heart was on the shelf.
these are the halls where her whispers Eco.
these are the halls where her spirit occurs.
these are the halls where her life had ended.
these halls were the halls where history had died.

i never wanted to be a part of this life,
i never wanted to be the one who the world would ignore.
i  never wanted to be the one,
who was lonely.
i never wanted to perfect,
i knew i wasn't,
but now they made it pretty sure.
this life has been the worst journey for me.
yes life wasn't a small flat road,
it had the perfect number of bumps for others,
and a large trench for me.
this way of living is wrong,
no body deserves this.
I don't deserve it.

you are cheering for the pakistani's,
who take over the feild.
The coin which decided our fate,
to bat or ball,
to win or to fall.
it was the the moment,
when people came on their kness,
when kids and their family come out on the streets.
when we pull the flag high in the sky,
to show are spirit,
we tell the world,"THIS IS THE PAKISTANI TEAM".

life had given me puzzles,
puzzles that needed help,
puzzles that needed to be turned into a perfect picture.
when the good life had shown me happiness,
the bad side whispered "just wait".
life had held me back from my dreams,
life pulled me with a string.
i tried to cut the string with my teeth,
but it was tied too tightly to my feet.
Life was my favorite storybook,
a story book which showed me happiness,
but now the storybook proved me wrong,
it blurred out the best parts,
burnt out the best chapters,
and tore my best memories.
life needed a lesson,
because it was never going to learn,
that it is perfect but it can still show happiness.
life's storybook needed to be written.
And there i grabbed my pencil and gave a lesson.