may be tomorrow i wont cry for may be i wont feel guilty for having to leave you but for today its now that matters the concience that says i went wrong at places the silence that shouts at me, saying finally at the end i''''e hurted you.
why does it always have to be like this? no matter how many times you hurt me, a single pain f yours inflicted by me is enough to make me feel guilty everytime. at the end it''''s always my mistake, or this is how i feel.
once we defy ourselves, no matter ho much we try to sought out, every step is a setback