There’s a sudden inferno amongst us, while for you this was a flame.
Love is a five story fire as you thought it was, when you came to him. You’ve to understand, love is nothing than just a losing game.
How I wish you never played that way, coz what a mess you’ve made and now everything is in the final frame and you still didn’t get it, love is nothing than a losing game to him.
You think you can played out this like a band, when your love will never losing hand but little did you know this is more than he could stand and now your love is losing hand.
Your self professed so profound till your safety chips all were down. I know you’re a gambling man but love still can losing hand.
Though most of the time I’m rather be blind and lets your love set a fate to resigned.
What a hurtful memories that mar a mind coz this love of yours is a fate to resigned.
Over futile odds and with all the laughed by the gods.
Now I’m standing in the final frame and enjoying the moment, when your love is a losing game after all.
How many times, we started out our day with full of hope, hoping that we know what we’re doing. Wishing we could understand why we done what we done.
Questioning why the world around us have to placed this weight on our shoulders, ’cause didn’t we know for the first time, the things we do, we’re just trying to help not to hurt anyone.
What can we do when our good isn’t good enough anymore and when all the thing whenever we touched start to tumbles down… and suddenly, our best intentions keep making a mess of things and we just want to fix it somehow.
How many times will it take and how many times will it take for us, to get it right…. and can we start again when our faith already shaken?
I guess, we just have to stay and face our mistakes but if we get stronger and wiser, we’ll get through this and accept the truth that sometimes life isn’t fair.
Cause we can’t go back and undo this, for the second time!
Sometimes we’re living in vain just to proves that we’re living in pain.
When love is gone for us, we want to remember whatever remains. The truth is, we really just want everybody else to see how happy we was, when we were in love.
When love is gone for us, we should go down with it. Always, love is in then its out. We can tell, if it wont, it’ll never work out.
Love once broken, should be enough to let it go.
Lets close our eyes, celebrate love when there was much to see. Jump and touch the clouds, and never come down. How amazing it was, the view on top of the world, how love makes us feels all so brand new.
"Success is meaningless when you are not sharing it with your loved ones or when you are alone. No matter how succesfull you are, you will always be alone" wahaza extra, 35:4