Ek se maango hazaaro se milti hai..
Aur sabse mehnga hai Saath,
Hazaaro se maango par bas kisi ek se milta hai
Har ek mitti ki fitrat me wafa nahi hoti
Tasveero me toh har shaks muskurata hai
Millions of things are running through his mind
Their loyalty ends where the benefits stop
To make it obvious that they want you in their life
For once, I want to be fought for
But deep down I swear, It kills me
That you can finally say "I am used to it"
andNot from the Brain