Your every visit in my heart's windows,
Left plenty of scratches on it...
Making my vision blurred,
You left me shattered in the end....
Now,my tired soul is lately walking towards these windows to fix them forever,
These shattered pieces of glass happened to have wounds on my legs....
While fetching up those pieces,
My eyes bled desperately looking for your last visit,
Seasons flew in weather...
And now,my soul,in silence,dark nights, shedding tears of pain,
"HE WASN'T WORTH OF MY LIFE"