"Want to just play my Guitar, No intention to be a star,
The satisfaction it would give
Enough for me to live.
Life isn't fair at times..

But can't keep cribbing the whole time....
Whatever i dreamt for
Had never come true..
I know, have to try,
Had tried, and got the blues...
Life isn't fair at times..

I wonder what is happiness for me, sometimes.....
Want to create my own tune,
Born from my Guitar
Expressing the lines, failed by known words,script or rune.
Life isn't fair at times..

Then what?
Do I need to weep one more time.....
For that, I strove for my kith n kin
Overlooked was my love, care, respect for the only sin..
Is there anything worse than to have all these under suspect...
Life isn't fair at times..

Got nothing, after keeping patience for multiple times...
You love, and you gain,
Your life is full of light,
You lose, and life is ruthless
Nomore a flying kite...
From loss and grief,
I want a respite,
Can I dream for a life to be bright....
Life isn't fair at times..

But I'll always give myself a high old time...."