I wonder why Cupid aims his love arrows at quiet lads and innocent lasses then unrequited love would bring sorrows of broken hearts and bleeding bruises
I wonder why lovers give scarlet roses then leave them out in the sun to die in this game of love somebody loses then gambles again, for another try
I wonder why my heart beats, still when it was shattered to million pieces I feel the adrenalin- a screaming thrill then I cry when it all ceases
I wonder why people tend to fall to a false promise or a white lie will i answer when i receive the call? would I?