All those letters I’d written and
All those silly things I’d told you
All those mistakes that
I had committed
Didn’t mean anything, after all.
Like any other day, my day begins
With your picture on my mind
But that doesn’t stop there
The last thing that I think at the end
Would also be you, all the time.
I know that you’ll never return
After all that’s happened between us
There’s no point in thinking
About all of that but I feel that
My feelings are being replayed.
My heart is now beating
With a steady pace and
I think that I’m back to normal
But that cannot be defined
As I’m still vulnerable.
I’m not genuine, like other men
I’m not true to my own self
I’ve lost the gentleness and
I’m trying to stalk you everyday
Even though you’re so far away.
There are certain changes that
I observe in myself lately
I have a tendency to fall in love
With every woman I see and
That’s somehow involuntary.
I think that my mind is poisoned
Due to which I’m doing all of this
But there’s no soul around
To tell me that I’m doing wrong and
Guide me back to my life.
All those words that
I’m trying to hold back and
All those secrets I’m trying
To keep from people
Are backfiring at me.
I’m unable to differentiate
Between what’s right and wrong
As I don’t see the line
Separating the two
I’m a victim of myself. My silence is killing nobody but just me. I’ll let that to happen as there’s nothing that’s left of myself anyway.