You’re stubborn and not real sometimes
You’re psycho to us orphans
And we are not sure if you’re male or female
Because you’re heartless

Some go to bed with tears
Some with anger
Some without food
Because of you, Life
You turn happy people into graves

You’re stubborn and not real
You’ve held our emotions so badly
And we’ve learnt that your psycho-ness to us
Will make us strong

You’re stubborn, Life
You always take our beloved ones and make
Our life harder
We’re now getting an education
Without happier soul and happiness
Because of you, Life

You turn our brothers into smokers
I repeat you turn our brothers into smokers
Which is abuse to young us
Our sisters turn into prostitutes because
You’re not real, Life

Our parents are now not working
Because your chances are limited towards them
Oh Life
Oh Life
Stop being you
Think of us