You were that person
In my story
That everyone else
Saw as the villain
The **** in the garden
Full of roses
But I saw you as a hero
Because what nobody else realized
Was that the weeds
You had planted
Were just your
Broken attempts
Of making something
Bloom

हमेशा नाकामयाबी पर लोग कहते है की लक अच्छा नहीं था,
मेहनत तो बहुत की थी हमने लेकिन लक अच्छा नहीं था,
जब वही लोग किसी काम में फ़तेह हासिल कर लेते है, तो लक को भी अपना बेस्ट बताते है,
जो पहले बेड लक था फिर वही बाद में बेस्ट हो गया, न जाने इस समय में ऐसा क्या चेंज हो गया ?
में तो सोचती हूँ कि सारा माजरा बस लगन और शिद्दत का होता है,
प्लीज कोई बताएगा मुझे की,  के
लक ! ये क्या होता है ?
बुज़ुर्ग कहते है,
किस्मत से ज़्यादा किसी को नहीं मिला,   और किस्मत ऊपर से लिखकर आती है,
में सोचती हूँ अगर ऐसा है तो,   बिन कुछ किये कोई चीज़ हाथ क्यों नहीं आती है ?
फिर एक दिन मुझे ये समझ आयी ये बात !  ऊपरवाले ने भेजी तो है किस्मत सबके साथ
पर वह लकीरो की भूल भुलैया में छिपी रहती है,उसे खोजना पड़ता है,
हाँ यार !उसे ढूंढने के लिए भी कुछ करना पड़ता है,
फाइनली तब जाकर समझ आए ये बात मुझको,
लक ! ये क्या होता है ?
लक ! ये क्या होता है ?

I try so hard
For people that don’t care
I try so hard
For people that aren’t there
I try to make them love me
But they just never will
I try to make them want me
But they just never will

Don't give up for what you want.
Maybe it seems impossible at the first, but at the end you will get a precious gift, just keep trying.

Thank you for listening
To my silence amongst the noise
My unsaid words reached your ears
My quiet voice was heard
Words said through my actions
Words felt with my touch
Thank you for accepting them
And for accepting me just as much
You lifted me up
So that others may hear
The story of my past
And the ocean of my tears
I can walk into the new year
So I bid you a final goodbye
I can go on my own now
All because you made me try

late night
again with this vibe
and feel the inner tension rise
my own demise
written in the sands of time
of what we were
lets go back
journey through guilt
its almost as if i feel a tilt
maybe acknowledge what i did
but you forgave you say
but i'll never forgive
so now my mirrors covered
and here i lay
thinking
its late night
i deserve to feel this vibe

He never thought, that he has been taught. By the love that he doesn't know, of course he doesn't know. He has changed, cause he never tried, he has been faded by the faked heart. Sorrow of love make me disbelieved, disbelieved of trying to give, what true love is.