Oft has many a man wondered of life
After being beaten in the game called "Love"
When his destiny is split into two
And there is no respite from above
Clinging on to dwindling hopes
And brushes of his maginations
He attempts to paint a rosy portrait
Of what were never real relations
A man can fool himself once
And he can keep fooling all the while
But in the end he breaks apart one day
And from lips fade away the smiles
In the dark hours of realizations:
When the heart is wrapped in misery,
Where does truth of life reside
If not in the pain of treachery?