Why does this always have to happen?
Its always the same,
One spark of happiness
and then its the end of the game

I hit my happy quota and must return to start;
Then do it all over again with more cards to deal,
I try my best to stay in the game
Then its back again, all the same

Its not an exaggeration
Its not neccesarily a complain
Its me with the problem
Its always my heart that is full of pain

This life is a cruel game
in which I cannot win
Its love that always gets me
back to start, where again it'll all begin