Faces fade past,
Melodramatic as that of videos,
The one's in love songs,
When hair locks dance slowly sideways,
In goodbyes or goodcries,
That's what I thought at least,
But what can the righteous do?
Memories rushing past,
Happy moments of us in these videos,
Playing in my head with weird songs,
As we walked on these highways,
Without goodbyes or cries,
That's what it was at least,
But what can the righteous do?
But again, time has rubbed me,
Will I shrink into the same shells,
Where I'd hidden that beastly face?
Or just let my heart race,
With thrice the speed of hidden tears,
And fears that this good bye,
Might be the end of a good try,
I won't think these at least,
But what can the righteous do?
