Always an outsider
Been watching the scenes
From outside in
Joys are for others
So are the sorrows
Nothing gets into your dreams
She professed love
In her, you wanted to believe so bad
Somehow belief in others you never could have
Only sign of life inside your dead mind
The anger which never got doused
It is in anger that the meaning of life you always found
Anger thawed your frozen heart
It made you feel the touch of life
But, it is the very thing which has been burning you alive
Funny, isn\'t it,
The very thing that keeps us alive
Finally ends up costing our lives?