She cut out my heart
Today I cut my hair
The Love game is an art
The Life game is unfair
She gave up playing
I should understand
There is a past in the way
but i can’t just be her lover friend.
Maybe it’s better I go deep in the shadow of my lose step
Or to be far away from the next passion match
Baby I want to know which truth to support
Playing with souls can be a sickly (sick) sport
Your sexy scent still on my lonely bed
Night and day I find a way to forget
Cause it is so hard to live without you
Much more than it it’s supposed to
Start loving with wisdom
Try one day believing in share
Love is not a self freedom
Love is each other care.
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