The game gets old.

So many times I've played the game of love.
But it always ends in vain.
I'm back in the ring with my boxing gloves.
So I'm gonna feel some pain.
Now, how many times can I lose this game of love?

I had a love who played with my soul.
And it hurt so bad.
And I tried to live on my own.
And it made me sad.

And the game gets old.
Just a memory untold.
And the game gets old.

I found out there are no rules to the game.
And it don't make no sense at all.
Like shooting an arrow with my old aim.
Who knows where it'll fall.
Now my cards on the table win, lose or draw.

I had a love who played with my soul.
And it hurt so bad.
And I tried to live all on my own.
And it made me sad.

And the game gets old.
Just a memory untold.
And the game gets old.   [ Versurileee -
:-bd. Melodia - :-q. ]