My Life
We are merely players in a game, that of love which is to blame
Sometimes we win others we lose, but who can really tell what really rose
Until it all ends we will never know, which of us fell in love together to grow
We are merely players in a game, that of love which is to blame
Sometimes we win others we lose, but who can really tell what really rose
Until it all ends we will never know, which of us fell in love together to grow