She expects me to love...
They expect me to give
I am expected to conform
What a way to live

Lying awake, sleepy hours are long gone
The weight of my world and theirs I hope my shoulders are strong
Take me now!..oh pls take me now
Silence as always...a brief refrain...nd now I am back in the cycle
Rush, rush, rush...here to there and back again no moment idle...


Cz she expects me to love
They expect me to give
I am expected to conform
What a way to live

Is there a place for a somebody lik insignificant me
The mundane hero...the protagonist...the not so convincing average joe on life's homily
I dare say yes...this melancholy existence
Expectations met...and sometimes not so met
Give dis twisting journey from life to death--some meaning...

She expects me to love
They expect me to give
I am expected to conform
Oh...What a way to live