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.