You make my blood boil, when I see your face.
Or whatever of it is left,
since you've got this mask of disgrace.

I've been through a lot of trauma,
Many unbearable.
But this wound hurts more than your daily drama,
For it is merely, basically, unfortunately...
unstitchable.

A b.i.t.c.h. like her,
deserves a b.i.t.c.h. like you,
So really darling,
Your backstabbing me was a favor to do.

Stop playing around,
I'm tired of this game.
I'm not something you grab from the lost and found,
And slowly drive insane

A little bit of angel,
and a devil mixed inside.
A little bit of craziness,
and a little shyness that I hide.

Why are you avoiding me,
am I that bad?
You claim to have feelings for me,
but I doubt feelings themselves you even have.

I'm going to write I'm going to write,
till I run out of words.
I'm going to write I'm going to write,
I'm going to show the world.

Jo kuch bhi main kahoon,
Pyar toh zaroor hain.
Kyun ki raat mein jab me saapne dekti hoon,
toh dekti hoon sirf tum aur mein.

**In indian**

I'm not some super hero,
and I can't fly off towers.
I can't mend this broken heart,
Because I don't have the superpowers.

I didn't ask for the sun and moon,
to be laid for me on the floor.
All I asked was a bit of your time,
I guess it was too much to ask for.