Queries in psyche keep me idle
Where do I go? I ask myself
What is ahead of me?
The answer, I could not unearth
Thought I have poured out all my sentiments,
I started believing I’m all right
Skewed into reality, I continue the trip to my so-called happy life
Everything's well, life is good, I am in bliss and I am lying
A man out there is taking my hand,
he promises everything and just keen to take care of my broken heart
He said he would fix the whole thing
He said he would do everything
I was unresponsive, reluctant and too subtle at that moment
- I turned him down
He cried in silence
I told him he’s not good enough so I asked him to leave
From then on, he never stops from steering me
- Slowly, Deeply
Every single day, nonstop
I'm not stupid, am I?
