desperation کے بول

Rainy Days Wet days Soaked in weeping Wake up for the tasteless prudence Try to deny Try to deny The nostalgia for what wasn't lived In the dangerous hour The missing what could have been Suffocated By a desperation taken as childish Intoxicated By renouncement's whispers But I've tried But I've tried There's a poison Which is spat when they say: "That's life, now, forget the wide smiles!" But I've tried But I've tried I try so hard To persevere and ignore The frightener voice of reason Spoken by The sad mouth And full of gold which tries to bite And inject a good sense With a face of resignation You gotta be strong Otherwise They will kill you With the bitter subjection They inject into you You gotta be strong Otherwise They will kill you With the bitter subjection They inject into you