I haven't done anything to gain respect.
It always feels like I'm gonna regret
something which I haven't done yet.

Crowds suffocate me.
People stare at me.
Nobody sees the scars.
They only fancy my mask..
Underneath the layers
there's a lonely self
but no one cares who I actually was.

Am I lucky to reach this far?
I think I ain't someone who will be looked up
cos' I did something which was messed up!
They can't stand it so they try to drag me to be rough!

When I fall and feel shaken.
Broken to bits & pieces.
Stripped to the last creases.
Judged till death
and won't be able to defend it..
They will still take my name
cos' they can't accept it!
That because of them I left it.
No promises, no goodbyes.
Just a wave of hand to express my cries..

But I am human
like everyone proclaims..
whether I die or keep moving in pain.
It's my life and I am choosing to stay!!

Call me arrogant or irrelevant
but better try to say that to yourself
because I know who I am.

I don't know where my story is heading
but I'll keep on going.
All the paths I'm treading,
every mistake I am committing,
I can feel the strength I'm gaining.
It is enrichening.

So keep trying to maul me
push me over the bridge
strangle me with the beads.
Show me your strength
How farther you can make it to hell?

Cos' I know I will find a way to retrace my steps!!