In the race of being perfect
I have lost mySelf.
Scars on my soul and only
Pain in my heart has left
In the race of being perfect
I have lost myself.

In the world full of friendly people
Some brothers some sisters
and some said to be always available.

But at the time of my need
Not a single person has left
In the race of being perfect
I have really lost myself.

© karanuniversal