Losers Love Lies

I see fishes flying in her skies confusion is the colour of her cloud... this drumbeat of deception is proud. It is crystal clear that losers love lies. I see arrows in the apples of her eyes basking in the euphoria of open secrets; Her arrows cannot crush love's concrete... It is crystal clear that losers love lies. I was once fooled but now I am wise, the echoes of errors have lots its grip... I am no more lured by her lustuous lip... It is crystal clear that losers love lies. Rainbows shield her shadows at sunrise, I am no more dwelling in her dumb dream... Here I sit at the bank of a serene stream. It is crystal clear that losers love lies.