I always lived in my dreamland
I always played music without band
When I suddenly woke up I realised that
When I suddenly broke glass I sighed that
You are important in all means
You are precious than any golden deal
But somewhere some how now I am getting scared
that you may just go away
And forget me like a rotten bread
You will never come to know that its you always
You will never come to know
That I can cry for you in every may
It will be pre-mature to say anything beyond this
It will be just like half tenure to bond with
Just woke up in midnight and thought
Just booked up a fear which should not be sought
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