Your Own Good Ways

With heat of light You burnt Me Away

I didn't even realize you were painting my Gray

With colors of disappointment you ruined the pallete.. 

And I kept believing you have got your own good ways. 

Turned me to Ashes 

And messed my tresses 

Like a dry leaf you made me sway. 

And I kept believing you have got your own good ways. 

Moulded me broke me like soul of clay. 

And I kept believing you have got your own good ways.