Unfortunately I am still not very good at the trusting part. I don't look for the emergency exits in public places as often as before anymore. But when a good thing presents itself, it's as if it is too good to be true and my mind is looking for the catch. Worse even, when I let myself some space to easily drift away, deception hits me in the face like a log falling on my neck. A vicious circle of mine...
Oh and really, people should not write these kind of lyrics...speaking of twisting the knife in the wound...beautiful, self induced pain, listening to this thing...
Love is a Losing Game (Amy Winehosue)
For you I was the flame,
Love is a losing game
Five story fire as you came,
Love is losing game
One I wish I never played,
Oh, what a mess we made
And now the final frame,
Love is a losing game
Played out by the band,
Love is a losing hand
MOre than I could stand,
Love is a losing hand
Self professed and profound
Tilter tips were down
Know you’re a gambling man
Love is a loosing hand
Tho' I battled blind,
Love is a fate resigned
Memories mar my mind,
Love is a fate resigned
Over futile odds,
And laughed at by the Gods
And now the final frame,
Love is a losing game
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