We make them happy.
Consciousness hides us.
We do work, we don’t love.
We keep things, we don’t really want.
And we live, for someone else!
Day by day, life shortens!
But, we find ways not to live them.
But, to live for them.
Born long ago, those were never us.
‘Cause we lived for someone else.
Rectifying ourselves would take a lifetime,
Still, we look at others mistake.
What do we really prove?
Our shallowness of heart.
We’ll always live for someone else!