Rohit Sapra (7 August 1984 / Gwalior)
What can I say?
I have nothing to say
Things are just so lost
I am so lost and I cannot do anything about it.
No, my day is not nice
Although, my heart has broken since so long
Nothing has remained
My heart is really empty in so many ways
It is as if my heart is not breathing
Empty I remain
Really so empty I am
I even cry so many times deep within my heart
My day is not nice
Nothing is nice about it
Empty in so many ways I am.
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