go with the tempo

They want the time goes in andante everytime they're together
Badly time always flies allegro
All the goodness that they're afraid to let go
Maybe it's the matter of ego
But obviously they couldn't stop for another hello

Are things just like gilded butterflies?
Or false pretension that blurs their eyes?
They have feelings in temporary time but actually walk in rhyme

The more they look inside the more they got caught
It's like hunger people can't fight
Will someday they want to get out?

While they're fulfilling ego, they match the tempo
And her heart beats like a tango



:: Somehow I just missed my old piano to boost my mood working on stupid words ::