No matter how much my soul paid her attention ,
I guess she was a black mailer,
Not just the one to laugh with ,
Not the one to spend time with ,
Not the one to tell my feeings ,
That is what she is today,
When i speak of our past,
I might seem silly to my viewers,


She was once a pool of cold water in the desert,
Where i drunk my special water from,
She gave hope of life but not more than Christ,
All the time we spent together,
The birds and the oceans are a witness to my broken soul
I dint know that time will come when she would deny me
Make me feel like am a misery in this world
She got better people than me and i gave up with her
But the feeling still haunted me
Whenever i saw her  play the hide and sick game


I stood firmly but feeling tired and wasted
By her dark side,
  wish i knew was my very best ringtone
When i speak of a game i get it by myself
Not more than a month she discovered how special i was
I wanted to revenge but my heart let me down
I couldnt withstand her tears
Just another chance  thats all she needed
ITS A REAL GAME