Once upon a time, in absence of sunshine,
I was on my bed, acting to be dead.
A thought came in my mind, why I m not refined,
“why I m so strange, not ready to change,”
I heard this million tons, from my near and dear ones,
Can you tell me please, where are my secret keys,
A thought came in my mind, why I act like a child,
“why I m not mature, and nobody’s there to cure,”
I feel this many time, what makes me a little grime,
Can you tell me please, where are my secret...