Listening to the songs in repeat,
On a drive, at the highest speed,
The lyrics is making more sense,
To be true, it never had, in every chance.
Is it you, or is the word that you said,
Either ways, it’s the look that will never fade,
The feeling is different and cannot be related,
The first look is the best, neither over rated.
How do we know it’s not always the same?
How do we know it’s not the blame game?
Getting the little faith that is wandering around.
Ain’t love played well on a futsal, court or play ground?