I’ve said it so many times
But I didn’t know what I said
And when I wrote it to some one
I didn’t know what I read
The words had lost their meaning
Empty sounds, which I didn’t hear
They were just scrawls on a piece of paper
I threw them away, all the papers of fear
The sentence, written with red ink
Hurted my eyes, cause I couldn’t see,
The words everyone read
Meant nothing but pain to me.
The phrase cut me like a knife
I didn’t know what was a lie and what was true,
Grey and meaningless was my life
Untill the day that vinod met you.