It seems like three lifetimes have passed since last time that I was in love And even sounds from the memories faded and I'm screaming just to remind That I'm still able to feel The heart throb hard, and relish taste of whims But the time devours the efforts submerged by debauchery
Waking up at the wrong place, in wrong bed I find these wounds still unhealed Wiping another lipstick off my cheeks As if to clear soul, though I know my love has.....
Gone With the wind I'm bound to believe Just to fill the emptiness (2)
Bits of the consciousness are still sweetened by your name And due to this I feel that my thoughts get dimmer and I'm maddened at being the... same Fool I used to be And that gives me the shivers of sweet pain And here I am again to play this frivolous game