twisted ghalib

kya ye haqeeqat hai, ya hai ye ek ittefaaq

kya ye haqeeqat hai, ya hai ye ek ittefaaq

ki mai maru fart, aur tum sikodo naaq...

--------------

ab to aisa hoga he nahi.. ki mai karu usse approach..

ab to aisa hoga he nahi.. ki mai karu usse approach..

mai banata hu joint, ja tu banale roach...

solitude

Harsh words
Wicked blows
Dark secrets
No one knows
Eyes are open
Hands are fisted
Deep inside, Im wound and twisted

So many tricks
So many lies
Too many whens
And too many whys
No ones special
No ones gifted
Im just me
Wound and twisted

The girl who knew me too much

People change
They betray
When hearts break
Why do we pray?

Miles away from i stand
bin a while since you left
but the wounds
oh the wounds are still fresh

opened my heart to you
and look what you did
why did you grow apart
it made me look so stupid

i saw through you
knew you wanted to leave
why did i try so hard?
why did i still believe?