Many a times we hear them talk
Many a times we hear a lot
But all that talking, all that lot
Sound like nothing, sounds like tosh
Millions of people cry everyday
Thousands of people fade away
Hundreds of people die everyday
Then there are those who lie everyday
When those people face the worst
Following the crowd or standing the worst
When these people talk of the fallen
Everyone thinks 'That couldn't be me!'
I couldn't cry that way
I couldn't die that way
I couldn't lie that way
I couldn't fade away
Yet, there always comes a time
The distant things all come nearby
Yet, there always comes a time
You stop saying
That couldn't be me
