"तलाश है मंज़िल की, खोज रहा हूँ मैं सदियों से,
फिर रहा दर बदर, उम्मीद लिए सीने में।
बीत रहा सफर, इस दौड़-भाग की जिंदगी में,
दूर रह गए अपने, इस कामयाबी की कोशिश में।
अब आस यही है, लौट आऊं घर वापस,
गुज़ारूं लम्हे अपनों के साथ, छोड़ दूं फिजूल सपने।

was it your twisted time?
or was it just a figment of my mind?
I built my wall so high
it reached above the sky
you built your ego so bright
that I was even blinded in your sight

you made yourself so right,
so it seems.

i break my wall so briskly
never thought that it was all too risky.

i crashed,
I crashed,
I CRASHED.

I did not see the sign
I lost track of time
i-
I, would've thought that you were mine
but that was only a figment of my mind
a figment
of my mind

I did not pick up this pen
for you
only to repress my hand down all the way
and spill all this ink over my bleeding hands

but you,
wouldn't know it anyway
i burnt
behind you all the way.

there are lurching deaths
we all fear
whether it be of;

life
passion
relations
connections

in the face of death
none rise to the occasion
fortune favors not a soul
the brunt of annihilation

Ok, I get the message
I guess my feelings, to you, were pretentious

I dont know what i was expecting
I was just fishing for affection

Seems like im often unprotected
And oftentimes become relentless

Nowadays im so restless
I always have a heart on my sleeve

But my mind is demented
  of all these people that took advantage
of me

I should’ve demanded a fee
I guess my own disadvantage was me