Let me tell you about life You always hold a knife It's on your fingertips to decide wheter to live But you never choose life Life chooses you You try not to love But then at the end It's never a choice to mend Mostly you are given a heart to lend And one just can't keep it on hold You have got a choice to mould But you rather try to fold When betrayed, suddenly a heart made of gold Just turns into a brutal bold.