I look around, hoping to find someone good

I look at ground, dejected, they all 're so cold.

mean they are, can't be bold

they don exist anymore, all 're sold.

they promise, try to own you

left exploited, stranded 're you

everyone's imp to 'em, but u a trash

they move on, over ur crash

people around 'em change, as per their need

to 'em u look strange, were jus another source of feed

there is a rage, to break this stage

burn the image, of this life's page

left wid no choice, 'll bounce back

am far behind, 'll be on Track!!!