searching for the end of the road
strolling along the deepest silence
thinking there might be someone waiting in the end
sleepy night betraying my bleeding soul
putting a mask of isolation for pretense
but knowingly i just dont want to comprehend

theres so much that my "self" is carrying
so much,of it so much unknown
n yet,it goes on to continue
im yet to find my own self
yet to hear my own voice
n yet to realize that ive lost you

im on way to reach nowhere
n on this path alone my existence would gradually fade
i was a no one earlier n would always remain
i wish i had been what i couldnt be
only if i could have stopped my senses to evade
if i knew that it wouldnt stay if it rains