It tells us when you don't keep harmony between you and your surroundings. |
| A lot of wild thoughts, Dwell in my head: Which, always compelled: To do what no one demands. The thing is not just little: Which i can tell; It's all the time, Push me onto the scale. Where,I have to be pleased; Everyone without sorrow unleash, I am living dual lives: One for me, one for others. Composed by Urooba Fatima. |