Life is one big game, untill you become the cheater.

Your so unpredictable, like a rainbow.

He is the only one who kills me, yet keeps me alive.

isn't it ironic.. how you say you love me now.

One minute before or after and it wouldnt of happend, is it random or fate?

Where did the loyalty, the self control and trust go? When did true, pure love become a thing of the past?