I always condemn myself for not recognizing true faces,
Staying around them is like running with open laces,

I blame my eyes, Why I can't see their true color!
Why these eyes can't make them just blur!

I know they can't change,
I have to now reduce my range,

I have to live in this manuplating world,
Where my friendly talks are always swirled,

I have to mind my each word
Now they are no more free bird..