Hurt me again, Pull it all the way,
Its entertainment, Things they say,
The things they print, you read.
Not true, not a word i said.
Sufficed to freak out, leave it behind
.Its all in there only if you try to find.
Another beam of light and the beep of the machine.
Copies of the lies now switching to caffine.
Been up all night, since the past 3 nights.
Waited for your mail, to drop, my eye fights.
Look through a glass, a fresher now tamed,
Rings a bell?For you, he's framed.
Fell for the wrong kind, At the wrong time.
The situation is messy, loved you, its a crime.
This darkness that formed over time, screams pain.
It says, No rainbow without a little rain,
Do it my way, think it through the other way round,
I could enter your heart, tip toeing without making a sound.
Feeling likes a cold stone,
Unable to predict my steps, My love, My throne.
All of it fading, shining in bits.
They called it emoness, generated some serious hits.
Falling and tumbling, i'm not hopeless, just stuck to you.
Bleeding and crying, i'm not pathetic, just in love with you.
Could you atleast bother to say 'hey',
Here i am, toyed with, my world just turned 'grey'.
What keeps me alive is the freshness of my love.
Wish to depart one day, stalk you from up above.
Its entertainment, Things they say,
The things they print, you read.
Not true, not a word i said.
Sufficed to freak out, leave it behind
.Its all in there only if you try to find.
Another beam of light and the beep of the machine.
Copies of the lies now switching to caffine.
Been up all night, since the past 3 nights.
Waited for your mail, to drop, my eye fights.
Look through a glass, a fresher now tamed,
Rings a bell?For you, he's framed.
Fell for the wrong kind, At the wrong time.
The situation is messy, loved you, its a crime.
This darkness that formed over time, screams pain.
It says, No rainbow without a little rain,
Do it my way, think it through the other way round,
I could enter your heart, tip toeing without making a sound.
Feeling likes a cold stone,
Unable to predict my steps, My love, My throne.
All of it fading, shining in bits.
They called it emoness, generated some serious hits.
Falling and tumbling, i'm not hopeless, just stuck to you.
Bleeding and crying, i'm not pathetic, just in love with you.
Could you atleast bother to say 'hey',
Here i am, toyed with, my world just turned 'grey'.
What keeps me alive is the freshness of my love.
Wish to depart one day, stalk you from up above.
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