Fareez Nasir

(2 April 1995 / Singapore)

Fool's Love


What's love if we're hurt so much
Just a pain we've to struggle with
Problems overcrowding our minds
Till we get no room to breathe

Our arguments are getting louder
So we're silently crying all alone
The worst pain is getting hurt
By a person whom we call our own

But then in each other's arms
And ears we eventually confide in
Baby come on and hug me
It's funny why we're fighting

And everyday is just the same
We just push and pull
Our love is a stupid game
Played by two fools

Submitted: Monday, July 22, 2013
Edited: Monday, July 22, 2013
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  • Ramesh Rai (7/24/2013 4:13:00 AM)

    Our love is a stupid game
    Played by two fools
    This also makes me to this.
    beautiful indeed (Report) Reply

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