Finally, I lost it again
Perhaps, in my life there is no word called 'gain'.
Why am I the only one who has to suffer?
Regret! Now nothing can be undone...
Whenever I think I'm on the top,
Circumstances make my triumph drop.
I have never retained success,
Whatever I have in my reach is bulks of grinning losses.
I am tired and exhausted,
After watching myself lag behind and defeated.
I cannot show I'm angry,
Because people find even my anger as harmless jaggery.
See, I found another field in which I'm bad.
So I have no reason to be elated but only feel sad.
Did God want me to be tough?
I have no clue regarding what He is upto,
As I find His method really rough.
I have infered that I ought to live this way,
Because I visualize no other option that shows me,
A different way to stay.
I've deduced that I'm born to suffer,
And I'm quite sure that this is the only criterion in which,
Other people and I differ.
Perhaps, in my life there is no word called 'gain'.
Why am I the only one who has to suffer?
Regret! Now nothing can be undone...
Whenever I think I'm on the top,
Circumstances make my triumph drop.
I have never retained success,
Whatever I have in my reach is bulks of grinning losses.
I am tired and exhausted,
After watching myself lag behind and defeated.
I cannot show I'm angry,
Because people find even my anger as harmless jaggery.
See, I found another field in which I'm bad.
So I have no reason to be elated but only feel sad.
Did God want me to be tough?
I have no clue regarding what He is upto,
As I find His method really rough.
I have infered that I ought to live this way,
Because I visualize no other option that shows me,
A different way to stay.
I've deduced that I'm born to suffer,
And I'm quite sure that this is the only criterion in which,
Other people and I differ.
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