I never claimed that I am or could be that perfect guy,
But it’s just that I am a mirage of perfection and I always die.
I never brought my emotions from inside out, knowingly
But it’s just that my eyes say it all, without a doubt undoubtedly.
I never walked an extra mile to prove, that I am always right,
But it’s just that I pretended to run, even though my shoes were too tight.
I never achieved something intangible to get back my lost self-esteem,
But it’s just that my nightmare had turned in to a beautiful dream.
I never attempted to sing that best melody of all time,
But it’s just that my own verses sing to me with the sickest rhyme.
I never knew, all this while I was killing the life’s flow,
But it’s just that I thought, life was a boring one night show.