My calf and ankle are hurting me and the steps are in disarray
Heart is pumping low and the senses are baffling,
The Voice is disappearing and words are stammering,
I am lost, I am confused, and I am looking for a way out,
And here I am pouring another measure of alcohol in my body.
Perhaps I am trying to push the anxiety deep inside,
Or May be I just want to throw up frustration choked up inside
I feel like lost in the jungle of known faces,
I am lost in the mirror asking for identity,
I am living on the sympathy of strangers,
I am standing on the support of losers,
Frustration, confusion & depression are the feelings I know,
Now I don’t want to keep the anger at its low,
I want to scream and cry,
I want to get rid of my plastic smile,
I went to bed with my eyes open running everywhere,
They are searching for the passion somewhere,
Where I could pump up my lungs with fresh air,
Where I could cheer up the things in despair,
I know it’s kind of impossible to “REWIND” it,
But all I want is to “PLAY” my “PAUSED” life.