In this rush of being successful,
I dont know when will I get to have fun,
In the mess of completing dreams,
I want a neatness of being a kid,
with every passing second I grow old,
but with every passing minute i lose my soul,
some people see as a achiever,
some see me as a excuser,
some often call me a runner,
and few belive I am a coward,
in this never-ending names,
only I know that I am nothing but a faker,
I fake my attitude, I fake my smile,
I fake everything I own which shouldnt be mine,
I just got everything for faking nothing I owned is earned,
I dont know if I should live or not,
will this life ever end on a happy note,
it takes a break to teach you, the importance of work,
and it takes a step to make you feel nothing about the world you belong too,
I lose everytime, when its time to win,
I often cant show what I lived for,
coz its faked through out the lore,
and here I am, spreading lies about my capabilities,
because I am nothing but a faker in the end of all.
