When you die inside,
Inside of your soul,
I bet you may never know,
The fact to fill the hole,
The hole which is created,
Life means the hoax,
Not just to lay you down,
But why do I face the crux?
Hide is the criteria,
Search is the trim,
My nights are called Insomnia,
And, I only miss my dreams.
The coin I have thrown,
Have thrown inside the love pond,
I believe it is just a myth,
But will I admire my love has gone?
Now my life can be stolen,
And, I can leave the world,
But, my love will be with you,
Whether, I live or not,
When the earth shakes by itself,
Or I shake my mind,
You become the psycho,
And, I hope the God is kind,
My lips speak what your heart says,
Love takes you closer to God,
I run faster than a heartbeat,
Your eyes pierce me a lot,
Quench my thirst with your eyes,
Embellish all the beams,
My nights are called Insomnia,
And, I only miss my dreams.