Once you want it to begin, no one ever wins, drink down that gin, ignited from within, drunk in love it will begin, steady it will seem, but slowly it will wither, damn, I’ve broken my rhyme, nothing lasts forever, soon you will be sober, shiver over a shoulder, wiser, older, you shuffle, you deal, you bet, you play that game, love is the name of the game, love is the prize, pain unsized, love is the weapon, untamed, unnamed, undefined no more. Love is a losing game.
Named, no, titled “Love Is A Losing Game” is a number by singer/song writer Amy Winehouse, the song is about heartbreak. See? I told you I’m a genius.
The number is about love, its beauty and the loses that come with it. If you’re on that love prevails tip or are a hopeless romantic, I’ll try my best not to hurt your feelings here. In fact, I’ll make this as quick and painless as possible. As with everything in life, a lesson is bound to be gained, but as the great Isaac Newton once proved with numbers and letters, the universe balances itself out. No energy is ever completely lost nor created, but instead it changes from one form to another. In love, you give your all, problem is, your all will probably at some point be morphed into rubbish by the time it gets to the other person and before you know it, a rubbish bag filled with rubbish comes flying into your face and BAM, you lose an eye. Cheers.