Being isloated, being alone,
Not because i want to be torn,
But because i want to be strong.
I met the hurdles and i met the calm,
The hurdles would always used to stark,
And calmness would always used to pass,
Before i knew i met happiness,
I used to meet the sadness fast
As if you are trying to dance on a beat,
And the beat changes to your wounded past.
So i decided why just not,
Be more sad and hurt,
That when i reach to the known stark,
I am not afraid to lose my soulful path.
I know they say its insecurity,
But darling! I am just scared to be happy.
So scared to be happy,
That now you say i won the game,
I will say it ain’t no fame,
You will say i am unique,
I will say its just the breeze,
You will say i look so happy,
I will say you don’t know,
I am still scared of happy.