Sitting with all those books around,
A little guilt always kills me,
They say "study" every time,
But my mind denies their groaning.

Sitting with all those strangers around,
A little pain always kills me,
Because their words speak sweet,
But the truth is they make life weary.

Sitting with all those friends around,
A little realization always dawns upon me,
My Dad always said betrayal was another name of friends,
But I want to make a different story.

Sitting with my parents around,
A little conception always hits me,
How could I be such a liar to them,
When they have sold out their world for me.

Sitting with myself around,
A little craziness always dawns upon me,
The devil which had always hidden in me,
Now is coming out completely.