Why am I trying to love someone?
When all I get back is broken life?
All I am is lonesome.
Why is love all a social strife?
When tears keep falling when I get broken.
I have been token.
I have found a place in this world,
It’s to be myself and if I shall change,
I shall never be the same.
I shall not try to love again,
Because love is all a game.
