My days are slumbery, my nights are restless these days
My life, my brain, my hair everything is a mess these days
To win the battle of thoughts, I lose my peace of mind
Itโs like I am my own opponent in the game of chess these days
The more I want to forget the past, the more it haunts
I, unknowingly, became the attraction for stress these days
You donโt even know how your failure disrupted my soul
After all my attempts, I live my life very less these days
Why is it so hard to shed the load of heart, to ease the misery?
If anyone could understand, I wouldnโt suppress these days
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