I'm singing songs you've never heard about the things you'll never know.
I try my best to hide my agony.
I hide myself beneath the irony...
I cry a month in a row...
And laugh at things that make me sad.
I think that I'm still imprisoned..
And wonder why I'm still not dead
You'll never know.
You'll never know.
 
The ways I treat myself
How loud do I cry at night
And after every compliment....
I know that I'm unkind. I want to hang myself.
And see the end and leave this world at night.
The way I act when people tell me that I'll be alright..
You'll never know.
You'll never know.

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यूं तो सैलाब भरा है भीतर मेरे ,
फिर भी अंदर खाली सा है ।
काटें है चुभे हर अंग में ,
फिर भी ये मन माली सा है ।

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I was the darkness myself....
One night I tried to peep out of my little window...
I saw a beautiful constellation ...
A constellation made up of my screams , my whispers , my pain , my scars.....
A constellation telling the world my story which my lips will never accept.

I jumped out of the window...
And tried to wipe out the whole sky.
I ran and ran and ran towards the sky to hold it with my little hands...
To rub out my story...to rub out my name....but all in vain.

Suddenly..I blurred back to reality
A big bear pulled my soul to the sky..
Where my hands could never reach...
I still tried to catch it...i still tried to touch.... But all in vain.

Something pushed me back to my state..
Having lost my scars in space
Returned to my hut.. I now bemoan
I am the darkness of my own.

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Sometimes there is no end ,
we just keep escaping and escaping from a corner to a corner of a small room too airy to suffocate.

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In a world full of change......
You are my ceteris paribus !
In a world full of decimals....
You are my nearest comfort digit !
In a world full of substitute.....
You are my complementary !
Please forgive me..
My little heart is pleading Sorry !

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Dear Ovaries ,

Please let yourself free from this unhealthy relationship with cyst and embrace the red days again .

Yours Bearer

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Thought she would soar every great heights...
All she is stuck with is the daily drama and fights.
He pulls her hair...
He shoves her on the floor.
She doesn't have courage..
To get the hell out of the door.

And here...she lays with her broken wings..
Jailbird of those golden rings.

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Running running far way...
But running from whom ?
Escaping escaping everything...
But escaping from myself or escaping from you ?

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I wish I could ask you to stay.....
But you had already packed.. and..you were on your way.

Now our memories are choking me..i wish they could fly.....
I have nothing left in me , not even the energy to cry .

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Even her pain relied on her pen in search of solace.

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