(There was a short lesson in my Hindi book when I was small
The painter painted two paintings
One painting depicting innocence... of a child
Other painting of a criminal...a prisoner.
Even after the stark difference in between these two painting
The person in the painting was the same...
That's what company does to a person.
How painful it is to see people u love getting changed in a wrong way!)

The hopes getting crushed
Worst nightmare coming true
But for a change it flushed
The truth out of you.

The despair is so deep
That you can't weep.
It's not about being wrong
But you can't tolerate the Sting.
It's disgusting n sickening.

Don't wanna see any more
Things one i used to adore
How can I learn to hate them
Yet the things won't be same
Everything seems so lame
I know the world's not black or white
But of all grades this one does bite
So hard, so fast leaving me numb
To my deepest core.

Never felt so dumb
Wanna see no more
Wish I could be blind to this darkness
But the thing with being blind is
U see the darkness.

U know we always hear
Seek the truth
Always be true
But now I understand
The lie is so better, beautiful.
Yet it is a lie...
It's temporary.
So in the long run you have to accept the truth
And then u have to shed the tears.