The world was a better place when hope was around,
Mine was a better world when nothing had gone down.
Trust and faith were the inspectors of justice,
And I had a better mind without any of your corruptance.
It’s said that everything is fair in love and war,
But for me, this so called love was the reason of war.
The world burns itself in the fire of love,
You killed me with your sweetness, my love.
Burning of the world, it takes a lot of time,
Same as you, killing me piece by piece, right from the inside.
The world was once the beauty without compare,
I still loved as there was nothing more beautiful than my darling’s glare.
The world as it is, turned out to be unfair,
All I have now, it’s the truth and despair.