Cursed (Part 1)

Maybe you tripped or maybe you fell

In a place called 'Love' better known as Hell

 

It's a game of two but played by one

With bullets of curse stuck in the gun..

I see our salient reminiscences lie in the trash

Fixing my broken pieces burned them to ash

My pillow blue again

Sleeping on a bed of lie

The one I wanted to hold forever

Waved me a goodbye

Falling and standing up, that's how it's played

Few tears for a soul ..the new way of trade

That's the story...now I'm looking for an open door

Shouting your name still on my tongue...

Now my throat is sore

The door is scratched but I'm still twisting the knob,

You played me with great finesse

No wonder the door said : 

"WELCOME TO THE WORLD OF LONELINESS"