As I move ahead in life, alone
Something which I have always done
To be alone, be a loner,
But this time it seems a little different
This time I had thought that things were there to stay
Maybe I, maybe you in between lost our way
Well life has to go on, but the memories do stay
Things have to roll on but trust is not in the right place
Emotions still steam along but now you are afraid
Worries keep growing on, but nobody cares to pray,
Love has now become the clay pot without the clay
Its good to be lonely, its good to be free
It sucks to be a phony; it hurts to be somebody’s kitchen garden’s tree
People come, people go, you are left to wonder why you are alone?
People love, people hate then why you are the one left to moan?
Seasons change, people change, why on earth do you remain the same
Reasons change, dreams change, the question is are you insane?
Hearts break, promises lack? Is stability a thing of the past?
Nervous freaks, lusty tricks? Why the hell could “we” didn’t last?
The sky was blue but now its gray
Love has now become the shoe without the lace
Sudden bursts, conditional words, one moment there, one moment away
The misty eyes, the trembling face, the silken kiss, the momentary grace
The sultry glare, the glittering look, unspoken lies wrapped in a cold book
The naïve smile, the innocent cry, a little mistake and the lips become dry
A worthy man, and an unworthy fake, a loss of memory and a different plan
Never to swear, and never to face
Love has now become a thing of those good old days.