Words/lyrics written by Daniel Sim Lim Beng Title: A story of an addictive gambler. Living my life on the old street, Thinking about how my life ended this way. I used to be rich, Drive car of Mercedes. I used to live in a mansion, With many room that come in big sizes. I use to eat from the king’s table, They said rich food is the healthy food, But that’s no more for me. I’m sitting here wondering what happening to me (ooh...Yeah…whatz happening to me) Maybe I was too naïve to believe, But it all seem so real for a while Get hook to the flow that people can get rich by gambling. And heck people do say I have the flow sometimes, Uh...Huh like I got good luck and the hand of Midas touch. And Yep I have earn a couple of hundreds of dollars, And even win thousand of dollars from jackpot and lottery ticket. But I eventually lost everything, Due to my habit of addictive gambling. But I still did not give up hope, Go underground doesn’t matter the legitimacy anymore. I would do anything Just to find hope that I can get back the flow. Heck I thought I will make it through. Despite of all the long hour I wasted on this Addictive- activity That makes me thought twice, I odd to do something really meaningful With my life sometimes. Like finding a job or something. That gives me income and feed me. Oh...Why... oh why I was so blind Oh. Why did I not see? I did not realize What coming through me. Now it is too late to change Everything eventually is what it has to be You see people blame fate But never blame themselves For the many imprecise decision they make. How I wish someone would remind me earlier, If someone would be there, at the right time and right place Stop me from gambling; lend me a little emotional support But I guess no one is true friend in this world. Cos we all are living in illusions, For a hope that will never be. People need to show love yo! We need each other. I know now that many gamblers like me will continue our struggle within And until we see hope, we will not see light to our problem. I pray everyday, asking ‘God Please Help me’… (Please help us slowly fade away) |