I never thought of myself
Never bought anything for me.
The first purchase I ever made,
I was as happy as can be.

I know it is expensive
In my pocket a hole it'd urn.
But then if I don't spend,
What's the use to earn?

Don't I have the right to spend
On my dreams once in a while
Can't I ever do what I want to
Should I do nothing to bring a smile.

I know it isn't of much use.
I don't need it much too.
But I sure want to have it in my hand,
And once in a  while use it, too.
 

But my dreams don't have much value
To others, they are just some trash.
My wishes, they aint much worth,
To others, it so very brash.

Those few words left me so hurt
I didn't know what to say
I could never express my feelings
Arguing with him was out of my way.

All my dreams were shattered
I could have no solace.
This small piece called mobile
Brought with so much happiness.

But who knows 'bout my dreams?
Who cares to know either?
Does anyone know what I am going thr'?
And how much my heart's withered?

So let me try to be happy, please
Let me have something I want
I am in so much pain now,
Please don't torture me with any such rant.