I never moved out of this old town
My friends in the city say I'm stuck
Well so are you, prisoners
Trapped in illusions, wrapped in glitz
I still attend weddings in my silk saree
I still adore old jean classics
Yes, I'm behind the times
Yes, I don't care
Nothing has changed, I look at my
Old lover with heart eyes as before
Inamorato still wears that smile
That got me smitten ages back
My doctor hates it when I want to
Hold on to my scars and not heal them
The scars, they remind me of
What a hero I was and I am
Alas!
No 21st century kid can understand
My strange obsession with old things
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