RAB Kehta hai
"Kisi ko takleef de kar mujhse apni khushi ki dua mat karna
Lekin agar kisi ko aik pal ki khushi
dete ho to apni takaleef ki fikar
mat karna
The lies I tell myself
Grow in me like a root planted by the hate I give myself
If love is real then truth is the only thing
That can heal me
I tried running away
But the desire to breath keeps calling me
These lies must face real eyes
To realize that they are real lies