Mistakes
I feel like my world is crumbling
Everything I do goes wrong
Wishes of mine never comes true
I sometimes think I am a mistake
Maybe it is selfish of me
Tryna live my life on my terms.
Am I doing enough to get what I want?
Or I am getting wasted over stupid things.
I think to fix it all and come out of mist
But I am unable to keep up the tryst.
The old bridges had to be burned
The experiences had to be unlearned.
All vicious offers has to be spurned
Price has to be paid.
This is the debt for all the mistakes
Which I got to compensate.
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