Sorrow کے بول

So that's you So called my friend With your arrogance and attitude I, I, I've never thought you've had Now I see you as the dealer Playng games of circunstance Pretending to be master Some things never change But it did to me I don't feel I have a chance To make you see Why should I Say something? If I can keep my mouth shut Around you Why should I Mean anything? If you don't care to understand Around you