People are going away, making me drain
Nobody stands by side, all try to refrain
When I follow them, they call me insane
I put my efforts, not to cause pain
I work for a cause, never for name
I am not the one, who looks for fame
I know my limitations, hence never open mouth
I become bad, only when get arouse
Anger is the habit, which makes me bad
I fumble with things around, after getting sad
I don't say sorry, more than once
Principles, matters to me, not the loved ones
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