
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