Is it coz’ you feel, me being not worthy or is it out of my might
Or is it just that I always land you up in a sorrowful plight
You feel that by letting me know… nothing would go on right
This green-eyed zeal… a cause for their entire hurting outburst
The reason remains obscure… there isn’t any cure for this thirst
Till my last breath… shall remain possibly cursed
It feels like a plague… always getting the crowd dispersed
It’s been out of sight… the value of your precious tears
There’s nothing to hide… it is possibly a consequence of fears
It’s true… you’re under the promise from nears and dears
But as you had once told, with changing time… you had to change gears
You might just wonder… why I am imposing on thy thought
Its coz I don’t want to see you suffer the mental fights that I’ve fought
Its true… there are hopes, expectations and goals you have to sought
It hurts to think of you, in a mental haze, in which I was once caught
There’s something that still remains hidden within those eyes
There’s nothing that hurts more than hearing those good-byes
All that I’ve expressed… its tough for you, to understand what it implies
Maybe… you’ve got to come out of your strong disguise
The Johny
