Wen d world is against u,
U can still stand up
Wen papa demoralises u,
Its difficult even to get up

Crying is of no point,
Wen it wont matter to anyone
Even if u die trying..

Its all my fault,
Or maybe m a loser

People expect, they make comparisons
Its difficult wen perturbed by ur idol

Wen u do everything for their happiness
N they help u in breaking further
Its difficult to get up

Tired i m of crying myself to sleep
Heading praises of one who never weeps

Sorry if i m nt newton
M happy to be a common gal
Bt even he needed a mother
Y were my papa stolen

Give me back my life
Or i'll be shattered one day
N belong to ashes on sunday...