If your gain is my loss, then may be I am a loser.
If my curses are your blessings,then baby I am an abuser.
It's your mess,I won't clean it up,no I won't even dare,
As if I am only bad to shoes, and you are all heart-fair
I redeem you, yeah may be I am a little sick.
How can I blame you, my life is itself a kick.
I am sick of these games, don't play it anymore for god's sake,
was it me or was it you ? or was it a mutual heart-break?
The lights turn out & I am over like a one night show,
Look here's the reality, I am your friend-turned-foe.
Ain't it funny for you? but for me it's no-fun,
coz everyone's got a deal,but I dealt it without one.