Looking at the bitter turn of life,searching for a little sweetness,
To feel a little bit of life left inside .
Standing before you,when I cannot even look at you in anger..
What should I do except feeling broken?
Who am I to you anyway?
A nameless stranger?
Or someone you donot want to see ever again?
In the broken heart,that holds a piece of you close,
Still trying to heal it,still trying to breathe..
But why does it seem so hard?
Would you ever miss me,in the nights that pass?
Or won't you even look at me,or pass by me,as if I am some stranger again..
Busy in your life,chasing stars?
May be broken is the feeling I can relate to the most .
Somewhere in heart..
