Some questions remain unanswered
Some questions have a pun in them
What’s the worth of this filth?
In this world of ultimate mayhem
Am I supposed to ask this question?
Or should I continue as same
Do I actually deserve the answer?
Or is it all in vain
Part of my life this filth is consuming
Is it worth its appetite?
Or am I surrendering to its might
Unable to cope and fight
This is going to change one day
It’s definite, not an apprehension
I won’t let this filth cross my neck
And I don’t bother about the repercussions
The rules of my life
Only I’m going to create
I will carve the path of my own
And no else can dominate
This filth is not my responsibility
Neither it’s my liability
I don’t agree to be a part of it
‘Cause it hurts my credibility
This filth kills my principles
Every night I’m murdered in sleep
How so hard I try to resist
It wounds me even deep
How long is this going to continue?
Or is it soon going to end
Will my life ever change for good?
And will this situation amend?
