I''m not supposed to love you,
I''m not supposed to care,
I''m not supposed to live my life wishing you were there.
I''m not supposed to wonder where you are
or what you do...
I''m sorry I can''t help myself,
I''m in love with you.”
Mill jaye koi Naya to Hamein na Bhula dena
Koi Rulaye Tumhein to Hamein Yaad kar lena
Dost Rahange umar bhar Tumhare
Tumhari Khushi na sahi Gham hi Baant lena
Is kadar humari chahat ka imtihaan mat lijiye,
Kyu ho khafa ye bayan to kijiye,
Kar dijiye maaf agar ho gayi hai koi khata,
Yu yaad na kar ke saza to na dijiye.
It is easy to look back, self-indulgently, feeling pleasantly sorry for oneself and saying I didn''t have this and I didn''t have that. But it is only the grown woman regretting the hardships of a little girl who never thought they were hardships at all.
Words will not be able to ever express
how sorry I am for this,
and I have profound regret and sorrow
for the multitude of
mistakes and harm
I have caused.
