Walked out of the home, I was heading for the work, To get there I caught the bus, At the signal bus got stuck. And when I pushed my hand forward, To pay the bus fare, When I looked around everyone Was giving me the stare, And I realized, It's Me, It's Me, It's Me, It's Me...
Was looking out of the window, Everybody was in a hurry, As if they are some characters, From the play with no story. As they all are heading for the war, Nobody knows where, Whom they are fighting with and who is going to win/lose, Nobody really cares, And I see, It's Me, It's Me, It's Me, It's Me...
And when I am on the platform, With the people all around, I am not able to see my feet, Nor able to see the ground. We are running as we are in the race, Which we are all about to fail, And no one realises that, Everyone is alone in the race and nobody else out there, And I think, It's Me, It's Me, It's Me, It's Me...
No matter where I am, No matter whom I meet, No matter where I am heading, No matter I cross which street. Its when I look around, I see everything the same, As if I've been here, And I have already played this game, And I know, It's Me, It's Me, It's Me, Everywhere
I see someone who is laughing, And someone smiling with the shy, Someone is crying in the pain, Someone waving at the sky. I ve been through all these emotions, And yes even I've been through this lane, If we just ignore the way we look, We are all inside out the same,
And I believe, It's Me, It's Him, It's Her, Everywhere... It's Us, It's We, It's Me, Everywhere...