I'm writing a song of love but it's not for me.
Bless your lucky stars above for love like ours.
The grey sky light can guarantee tears from broken up lovers in the street.
Their love can't go on like ours.
But wait are you saying you've fooled me with your so called love ?
That our love isn't one in a million ?
Our love is now like Madame Butterfly where one of the mournful lovers commit suicide ?
Go on I say. Go on and do whatever.
Love Comes and goes and it ain't worth crying or dying for.
Go on for there's nothing to mourn for.
Because love comes and goes.
Just like life, and happiness, and even anguish.
Life goes on and so does time.
Nothing waits and nothing leaves.
Easy come and easy go.
That's just how love goes.