The tears has gone dry
Hence i can't cry
My crush's father got a third eye
He never invites me for a chai.
All the world's a stage
Love was at ease during stone age
A man is matured in his middle age
And the cruel has his women in the cage.
Are we the ones
Who writes our own story?
Or is it our fake glory?
Everyday is another scene
Of another act
I am eighteen
And that is contrary to the fact :p
For a change
Lets take a deep breath
Focus on your throat to the depth
And shout out loud
To make a overcrowd
Over hills and valleys let our voices travel
Let the truth unravel
May it be broadcasted on every channel
I'll do anything to win the battle.
So the father of my crush
Get hold of a brush
Start the water thrush
And wash up your face
Most importantly, just flush!!
And when i see you in front of me, i just want you to be shussh!
