20 Sep 2008

A BIT LATE

I dont wanna talk
About the things we have gone through
Though its hurting me
Now its history
I have played all my cards
And thats what you have done too
Nothing more to say
No more ace to play

The winner takes it all
The loser standing small
Beside the victory
Thats her destiny

I was in your arms
Thinking I belonged there
I figured it made sense
Building me a fence
Building me a home
Thinking I would be strong there
But I was a fool
Playing by the rules

The gods may throw a dice
Their minds as cold as ice
And someone way down here
Loses someone dear
Its simple and its plain
Why should I complain.

But tell me does she kiss
Like I used to kiss you?
Does it feel the same
When she calls your name?
Somewhere deep inside
You must know I miss you
But what can I say
Rules must be obeyed

The judges will decide
The likes of me abide
Spectators of the show
Always staying low
The game is on again
A lover or a friend
A big thing or a small
The winner takes it all

I dont wanna talk
If it makes you feel sad
And I understand
You have come to shake my hand
I apologize
If it makes you feel bad
Seeing me so tense
No self-confidence

3 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

This is one of the best songs by ABBA.

And yes, i agree. it is a bit late. Destiny. But remember, nothing is lost.

again. good luck

9/21/2008 02:22:00 am  
Blogger haal said...

knowing me and you......

9/21/2008 03:45:00 am  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Just an old hope that no more exists. In another life? Maybe. But here? Tried and I cant promise something I can't do.

My deep apologizes.

9/21/2008 09:28:00 pm  

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