You ask me...
Why don't u smile...

I have it steady in my hand
Aimed and ready to shoot...

Talking and laughing with real smiles
we playfully touch eachother...

He's such a great guy,
Perfect you might say...

Losing something so important
i didn't think i could ever move on...

Too many fail me
too many are players...

A wise man once said practice makes perfect
but no one is perfect so why bother practice...

I gave it my all
Guess it wasn't good enough...

A player with a bad rep
he has got a horrible rating...

You have the knife to stab me
the gun to shoot me dead...

Falling down
from the dark sky...

Hearts beating, hearts racing,
Exchanging smiles, two people facing...