With my black clothes on, I’m walking on the streets of downtown.
Eyes can’t tell the difference.
It’s dark and all you see is my shadow not me.
So you can complain to my shadow,
Blame on my shadow as you had to.
The more choices we get, The more we forget and regret.
I don’t even have a name,
I call it a word you call me by,
Just something my parents thought might be right.
I look outside the train, but I’m always sleeping.
Sometimes I see my friends, but we’re not speaking.
The city I’m in speaks different languages,
But no one is known to speak mine.
My Mother is the only one but I don’t see her sign.
I came here with eyes that used to shine,
Now I wear spectacles to look at the board and signs.
This whole life is just a fever.
Around and around we go looking for something and someone.
I know even after 30 years Puneet will be the only one.
Remembering every single face he came across,
Counting in souls how many did he loss.
Life is tough when you have a history,
No one will buy or sell his story.
What is it to be like him?
His eyes are down, down as they ever will be,
Temptations are as high as it ever could be.