Faces lost in albums, and all those silent wars!
Too late for a settlement, please don’t caress my scars!
I have bundled up my belongings to move so far away,
Where your thoughts shall not linger and I’ll be gone astray!
The flames of love that burnt me also got me reformed,
I rise from my own ashes to fight against these storms…
Don’t expect me to shed tears, for my eyes have run dry…
I have left no reason to mourn; I have lost the mood to cry!
I only hope you don’t regret the choices you have made,
I only wish you would try to reach me before I fade….
