When the time is puncturing the love
Along with all those pretty functionalities and all those curses
Curses from the above
& From the hell beneath !
When there is nothing much left to say
Nothing much left to even speak of for the afterlives !
I tumble along these abandoned streets of my heart
Along with just these broken strings of mine
And a puny little broken heart
Shrinking day by day
Getting smaller by every night
In the search of satisfaction
In the search of that another version of you
In something else !