The sentimental type,thats not for me
The caring kind I attempted to be
I wasnt intended to joy my heart
Beginning to look all starry eyed at was never my part
I didnt mind every one of these things
For a messed up heart sick never face
Cuz It would just involve time
Before adoration could proceed to perpetrate its wrongdoing
Also, who the damnation would need that?
To be ,broken ,riped separated
Love is only a filthy game
Be that as it may, for the individuals who need to play
The standards are straightforward ,effectively spoken
Either break or be broken
However, before that time U'll do not understand
Of what love Would do to you
Would look so shiny,seem so pleasant
Until you realize its virus as ice
Also, when u see its genuine nature
Behind the window ornament ,underneath the spreads
A grimy game is the thing that it is
What u once knew as happy delight
Be that as it may, we know about the old legends
Where ud discover ur enchanting ruler
The antiquated stories told
Abt the princess ud need to hold
Their everything lies told for its notoriety
At the point when all it is, is a grimy game
