What I Do?

Let go of hearts, I just trust
So everyone I count myself
How do I sit at her target?
What I was saying is, I love you

She sits in my sleeves
Its my pleasure to take care of her
It is certain, goers never return
I know but wait
I burn candles among the blinds
I scream in deaf ears

I fulfill the promises, not even I made
How much I despise myself
Ever the heart come across it
I cover it in the darkness
I do not mourn with the shade
I don't look at the mirror in the case
I am very ashamed of her language
I believe, this is not real life
So I owe it in my life
What is the idea about love?
Its wrong but Imran does it again

Imran Nazeer

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