Where are those hearts, that talked and talked but not a word of caste.
Where are those pals, who laughed and laughed not over thy loss.
Lost are those days, when masks were just part of the Halloween.
For now everyone makes up so clean, there resides none
Who shall be called mine, besides the one who knows that I am not fine.
Change is constant, but for good it was. Who knew, it would turn a nag into war
Where resides those hearts, that was once pure
That helped everyone, not thinking of own cure.