In search of this lost life,
I meander through the streets;
The more I try to catch it,
The more I see it drowning in an ocean of deceit.
I have slaked my thirst,
relishing the sweet poison of love sip by sip;
With every sip of it,
I have died a thousand deaths bit by bit.
My blood feels cold now,
And my hands tremble as I write;
I see everything getting faded that I loved with my heart,
Going away, far from my sight.
My soul is enveloped in fragments of broken promises and shattered dreams;
Is anybody there who would ever hear my screams?
The struggle has come to an end now,
I look around and see;
My masks are torn and my scars shamelessly bleed.
I count the number of times this life has come to me and it got lost;
Maybe, just maybe, that’s how much sometimes love costs!