It is just a mere game
For someone who likes you by your name.
Though at right time they perfectly came,
Game is a game - they are all the same.
If love is a game of bidding,
Who would bid, who would be winning?
When all will just be dying -
From heartaches they'll be suffering.
Surely, love is a gamble -
A gamble where feelings crumble.
It is something like a bubble,
Like tower of platforms that wobble.
