"We had a bed for love and now there’s just a bed for two…
Honey they don’t fix love on tv…

I never give, you only ask, there’s nothing left to share…
Funny, we don’t even seem to care…

So, I believe I have to go
For somebody else’s show
To somebody else’s stage
Where I can play
All my stupid games of love
And he’ll take me high above
Where my fears turn into endless kisses

I’ve been your puppet, been your friend, I’ve been your backstage door
I was your best supporting act, can’t play no more
I’ve given up my friends, my life, my everything for you

But I am no good
You need a love manager
With Armani suits
He should troubleshoot
The cause of your love
I’m just no good
So I’ll set myself free
Watch me, baby

So, I really need to say good bye
Do not even dare to cry
You just killed our love, don’t look into my eyes
Don’t believe in coming backs
Good old times or casual sex
Somewhere in this world I’ll find
A boy who dreams to take me high

Now I’m so sure I got to go
For somebody else’s show
To somebody else’s stage
Where I can play my games of love
He’s gonna help me through the night
He’s gonna be the morning light
He’s gonna teach me all his crazy lïttle games of love

I leave our bed for two because I badly need some love…"

...T. Chirila-always there with his songs when you most need him.