ham nakaab utha de agar waqt thahar jaayega
ham jo bewafa huye hum jo behaya huye
naseeb ki ye baat hai kuch humaari khata
kuch aapka bhi haath hai
ham jo bewafa huye hum jo behaya huye
naseeb ki ye baat hai kuch humaari khata
kuch aapka bhi haath hai
ham jo bewafa huye

aapki choto ne hume sange dil bana diya
aapki choto ne hume sange dil bana diya
hum bade maasum the katil hume bana diya
hum bade maasum the katil hume bana diya
aapki nahi to ye kiski karaamaat hai
aapki nahi to ye kiski karaamaat hai
kuch humaari khata kuch aapka bhi haath hai
ham jo bewafa huye

aag se khelega jo aag me jal jaayega
aag se khelega jo aag me jal jaayega
aapka hi teer hai ye aap pe chal jaayega
aapka hi teer hai ye aap pe chal jaayega
aapko lautaayenge aapki saugaat hai
aapko lautaayenge aapki saugaat hai
kuch humaari khata kuch aapka bhi haath hai
ham jo bewafa huye

aapki mahfil se ham yu naa chale jaayenge
aapki mahfil se ham yu naa chale jaayenge
jakhm diye aapne kuch ham bhi deke jaayenge
jakhm diye aapne kuch ham bhi deke jaayenge
aarju hai kya kaho aankhir ye baat hai
aarju hai kya kaho aankhir ye baat hai
kuch humaari khata kuch aapka bhi haath hai
ham jo bewafa huye hum jo behaya huye
naseeb ki ye baat hai kuch humaari khata
kuch aapka bhi haath hai
ham jo bewafa huye

If our masks fell, time itself would cease,
If we betrayed, if shame embraced our peace.
Fate's weave, a whisper, a fault of our own,
Yet in your hand, a seed was sown.
If we betrayed...

Your wounds have hardened, turned our hearts to stone,
Your wounds have hardened, turned our hearts to stone.
We were innocent, now killers, fully grown,
We were innocent, now killers, fully grown.
If not yours, whose magic set the scene?
If not yours, whose magic set the scene?
A fault of our own, a hand of your own.
If we betrayed...

Who plays with fire, in fire will they burn,
Who plays with fire, in fire will they burn.
Your arrow's flight, your lesson to learn,
Your arrow's flight, your lesson to learn.
Your gift returned, the embers start to churn,
Your gift returned, the embers start to churn.
A fault of our own, a hand of your own.
If we betrayed...

From your gathering, we will not softly stray,
From your gathering, we will not softly stray.
You gave us wounds, we'll leave some in our way,
You gave us wounds, we'll leave some in our way.
Tell us, what now, this final, fading day?
Tell us, what now, this final, fading day?
A fault of our own, a hand of your own.
If we betrayed, if shame embraced our own,
Fate's weave, a whisper, a fault of our own,
Yet in your hand, a seed was sown.
If we betrayed...