The way we are,
The way things we take,
It doesn’t seem right,
It doesn’t look nice.
All I feel, I am battling alone,
All I do is, in your name, I moan.
The problems are yours,
And the sufferings are mine.
Demands are yours,
And Requests are mine.
Life is all about adjustments and compromises,
But, you won’t bend down a little or keep any promises.
Instead that task is kept on the shoulders of mine,
As, I am the one who always shouldn’t mind.