Life is a just a journey, where one ends,another
begins; is there any truth behind these lies...

All those things I want to say, fail to escape
from my heart in your presence...

Tell me, who is going to accept such a heart,
which is battered and bruised...

I still have that house inside my heart
where once you used to live...

Today, once again, she asked that same question
'where are you?' while looking at a star...

The unpredictable is predictable now
as one can easily read it on my face...