The forgotten responsibilities put on me an unjust blame
While the words I kept to myself are thringing my soul into the burning flame.
At times the broken throbbing thing in my chest weighs heavy
But when it verges on to reconcile, the woes build around it a hard levee
And that's when the tea retaining cheeks appear out of nowhere
While all I know is that you forgot your responsibilities somewhere.
Things are meant to be forgotten is what you say
But those are what I bother like a potter does for his clay
Ignoring my brain, the trust on you somehow survives
Maybe that's why it gets broken every time my sinful belief thrives.
Somewhere between him and her you forgot the biggest responsibility
The one which you had on me that I never thought was a possibility
And now I only have this pen and paper
To console myself and turn my tears into vapor...