Whenever I look at the calendar
I can see days pass by
Everyday is a yesterday
Tomorrow is just a history
Why do we have to say hello
when goodbye is at the end
Why do we have to stay forever
when changes are always there
I always smile with my eyes and heart
but I also smile with my lips only
I used to laugh from my stomach
Now I learned just to bare fangs
It saddens me and I'm afraid
Everytime I hear the ticking of the clock
I want to shake hands with fingers only
but I need to shake hands with open palm
Colors of every hue fade away
Bouquet of flowers will bloom
No matter how I try to find a new one
Still, it will be etched as an old memory
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