Blaming me for your destiny,
Spoiling my shape, showing agony.
Using me as a weapon to fight,
As if I'm your birth-right.

Taking me for granted,
Placing me wherever wanted.
Is this the way you treat ?
Keeping me inside a bag, to feel all the heat.

Does it really make any sense?
To play with anyone's emotions and innocence
Don't worry. I won't turn grey,
To prove the third law in anyway.

Doing my...