Thunderstorms in the corner of my heart,
Keep my eyes wet.
Few dabs of happiness here and there,
Don't make life blessed.
Often I count,
Looking outside the window at night.
How many wrong deeds I did?
That I fail to touch new heights.
Not even a single wish,
No wish has come true.
My fingers are all black,
Searching for happiness in the residue.
Not up in the ladder,
All I want is a place of some worth,
As when you don't get what you deserve,
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