Hard to told, more to be felt
words are not enough, silence will make the noise
love is hard to trust and
trust is not your cup of tea
Things were far better when love was hard to see
you may rise for more
but lost the vision to see what you had
now its gone may be that was the desire which was yet to be felt
Things become hard when the value deteriorates with time
still, it will be felt when the time passed and things are no more the same
feelings are growing like those flames
those are new but because of the same
dream to get those time back
value those things when the time is still in your hand
regreting later will burn you from inside
learn from your mistakes and blame yourself for being mine
words are not enough, silence will make the noise
love is hard to trust and
trust is not your cup of tea
Things were far better when love was hard to see
you may rise for more
but lost the vision to see what you had
now its gone may be that was the desire which was yet to be felt
Things become hard when the value deteriorates with time
still, it will be felt when the time passed and things are no more the same
feelings are growing like those flames
those are new but because of the same
dream to get those time back
value those things when the time is still in your hand
regreting later will burn you from inside
learn from your mistakes and blame yourself for being mine



