On The 8th Floor....
I be sitting in A chair....
Sun Rolls Down...around the Tall Building. ..
Why Does It Set Darkness Unto Us...?
Why Does It Make Us Feel Alone.......?
I Have Come To High....
But You Haven't Yet Gone....
I cant make it to The Top....
Cos Your Gravity Has Lot Grown. ...
I Want Some Nitrous Oxide .....
But Ma Engine Might Get Blown. ...
I found it Hard. ..
I want to Be Something
Something That ain't Just An Option....
For I Am tired of bieng One.....
I Want To quit It ..But I Feel M Masochist..
Ma Mind asks Me to Create One Such List ..
And Add Her at First
List of Guys about whom I Dont Give a Shit....
But Then Someone told It
If You Think You Don't Care...
Depicts You Do.....
For I am One Unlucky Tad... IÂ am Bieng Sued...
Sued For Making Her Smile. ..
Offering Her Time.....
Writing Her Rhymes. ......
Is It Such an Hienious Crime. ..?
Crime That I Made .......
Yes It Is....
For I told Her What It Felt Like ......
And Create Such An Mess.....
I Did Even Try To Skip The Pedal to Gas....
I Thought I Was At Finish Line ....I Can't Stop. ..
Then I Knew....I Haven't Yet Started....
Though I Have Travelled Before, This Road
One Road That Seemed to Be Less Travelled......
But I couldn't See the Faded Footsteps....
What I Heard was Voice Full Of Gravels...
Telling Me To Turn Back.....
But I am such An Extrovertly Masochist
Nothing Remains In Ma Fist....
I Gave Everything In this Hiest. ....
Will It Shine Again.....
And I Be Faded Into Gold Skies. ...
Or I Be Just Longing For End Of Pain...
