What is there to be scared of, a lot I have seen
A night of mine is an entire life of yours
What is there to remember, a lot you have said
Everything was a lie, an extravagance
What am I to do with the heart
That does not understand
And each and every night questions me
How we became two strangers
What is there to remember…
I am not bothered whatever happens
I m not coming back, I don’t exist, yet I got lost
I don’t exist even for one moment
Whatever mistake has happened, was made by you
What am I to do with the heart
That does not understand
And each and every night questions me
How we became two strangers
What is there to remember…