The trouble with love is...

Finding it

Keeping it

Holding it.

The trouble with love is...

Watching it take its last breath

Letting it die

While you watch

Not daring to say goodbye.

The trouble with love is...

Not knowing what it is

Knowing what it is

And letting it slip

Through your fingers.

Two can play the game

Two can play the game, you say.

But I do not know all the rules.

You say her name once, twice, thrice

And all I can say is I lose.

Two can play the game, you say.

But it is a heart you take,

And it is a heart that you break.

all I have to say to you is goodbye. 

Two can't play the game, I say 

Someone will have to lose,

Someone will have to weep,

It is you I will forget someday.

Two can't play the game, I say.

Someone will have to walk away.

Perhaps, perhaps I will understand someday,

All the games you play,

And all the rules you make,

And all the rules I have broken. 

Sing a requiem for the living 

For they might just as well be dead.

With eyes wide open 

But they might just as well be closed. 

Where could I keep you

But in the recesses of my heart?

The time has come 

And I am all ready to fall apart. 

Will I ever forgive you?

Will you ever forgive me?

We sing of love that doesn't exist,

We talk of tomorrows that will never come. 

I shut my eyes

Close my ears 

You took away my beliefs 

Why am I still standing here?

What is mine

What is yours

Hands no longer intertwined.

Hearts that no longer speak.

Winter takes away all the memories of old.

Youth that was bought and sold,

For a dime, for a laugh,

And now there are only regrets,

For a dime, for a laugh,

Now the time has come 

For my silent tears. 

Hermit

Hermit days... Sometimes I just wish to get away from obligations, tasks, people...starting to regret committing myself to things... 

Can one truly get away from it all? 

Feeling the frustration but not knowing its source.. Maybe I just need alone time.