Excuse me god, too busy writing my destiny
When you have no idea what I would like
I would like to get rid of every tragedy
These mishaps are not what I anymore like
I would like to drink up every glass of wine
Cause it would cloud all the evil that I see
I would leave every thing, every one behind
Anyway its all going to be fine without me
I would like to have this strange breakdown
that takes away all my smiles and stupid mistakes
Its feels better sometimes to let things go
I know its my life that would be at stake
Such boundless pressure for which i am not made
I can't wait for happiness for twenty or more minutes
It's just taking away more than what I have gained
Cant you see that it's not important, what ever!!
Excuse me god, too busy experimenting with my destiny
I dont want you to fill it up with ups and downs
It would suit me if it is little less than harmony
Sometimes its better if you would just let me go..........
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