Town

Life becomes mundane,

When your flower scorns you 

And 

Becomes the embellishment of someone else's pocket. 

I heard that story, 

But never in my dreams, 

I had contemplated that you would be a gold digger. 

Yes, 

Today I regret, 

Today I regret blindly believing you. 

Through you masqueraded, 

I became a prey to the words 

From your pink lips.

Now I am crestfallen

I want to quit the town you reside, 

I want to quit the town you reside in. 

Yes, no more I want to inhale the oxygen that mingles with the poison of betrayal. 

Yes, no more I want to inhale the oxygen that mingles with the poison of betrayal, 

I want to quit the town you reside in.