Drag, walk, jog, and sprint.
If the sun is hot, even if the dirt is a lot.
Even if the boils in your feet hurt too much, walk.
Feel the pain, the pain talks.
Go back in time, not too long ago.
You too were all alone!
There was the pillow then, there is the pillow now.
Absorbing your tears and healing your broken heart,
Then and now.
Is she? There?
Will you promise?
Will you love me?
Those moments are forgotten,
camouflaged into time.
Now take me, to some place real.
Sugar coated sword of love,
A package of sweetness.
Promises abound and dreams infinite;
Ah, the crazy dreams.
The hand won’t hold you anymore,
No shoulder will comfort your miseries.
It’s you, just you! You, your music, your work and yes, YOUR REALITY.
How it seems all so easy and how every song seems perfect.
In the end, it’s you, just you!
What will you remember?
Will you remember me?
Will you remember the things I said you?
Will you remember that I loved you?
Not now, then.
The sugar will be long gone,
Your pain won’t let you go
It will tell you! Shout at you!
“I’m right, she’s wrong!”
The dreams would then seem too immature,
The gifts given a complete waste.
All the kisses, only just another taste.
Where’s your love now?
Where are you now?
“This wasn’t us”
“Things have changed”
The conversations will happen,
And they’ll continue.
Months and months.
Till you learn to give up,
On the same love you thought was “Forever”.
Where is your ‘forever’ now?
And then, you’ll think of all the things you left,
Incomplete and unaccomplished
The times you fought, the harsh words,
the inconsideration and her ego.
How could you go so low?
Cry, cry for her now.
“Look for another person,
The friends would exclaim.
They must have been right.
I must have been wrong about her.
“Love is blind” they had told me.
‘She was never worth my time ‘
Images of her, form in your mind,
What happened to calling her beautiful?
What happened to the time you said you’ll stand by?
What about the promises and the castles in the air?
The pain will tell you that the once most beautiful face was just a mask.
That she was unreal and all this time she was ‘faking’
And suddenly, all the truths will be filled with doubt into and become lies.
Your pain will tell you what an ugly mess you got into and that all this time the only person who was your true friend was your cigarette
“You’re a man!” “Be a man!”
Wipe away the tears; they are for her to shed.
Pick up a cigarette, don’t be so low,
Girls like her will come and go.