I would like to run away,
Sir, Maam, can you help me even for a day?
I am so tired of painting a happy portrait
I am so tired of fooling people with this fake trait
I am long lost, I am not here,
It’s been so long, and I miss the old me
I want to be home again, with the real self of mine
Would it be possible, tell me, will I ever be fine?