Dying to make a life
Dying to find some love
Yeah we've been falling and rising
Yeah we've been cheated by ourselves
We all are sorry for something
Sorry for being what we were,
Sorry for not being what we wanted to be
Racing through the lanes
Lanes of the lonely life
Deserting ourselves from the skies,
We all are lost in our imagination
We all are lost in our hearts
Hearts broken, hearts kept alive
Hearts made of love, few made of stone.
Now let's breathe easy,
Lets sit down in our places,
Let's chill down our minds
And make a cup of coffee for our souls
Lets let the air bring all the sweet smells through the windows, smoke of the roasting peanuts and the smell of the twilight and the smell of the corn burning.
Lets just calm down, and forget our worries and all the bruised cruises of our oceans
Lets play our favourite music
And make a cup of coffee for our souls
For the aroma of coffee shall bring us a bliss
Of a new poem
Of our first loves
yeah we all are broken
But it's better to be not okey,
Than to pretend
Yeah we all are torn apart
But it's better to collect our pieces and stick them back
And take a break for a coffee
And then go back to the rat-race.
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