Wishes come true will they?
I crave to be that blessed
Lost in my mind, which is a battlefield
Fighting against my own thoughts
I hate the leisure everyone love which
Make me drowned in my thoughts
Hate the nights which makes me a beggar for sleep
My heart is a smoke
Loaded with contaminants
I hate to be a neurotic
Dying everyday
Wish the sky becomes clear one day
Wishes come true will they?
I crave to be that blessed