The sense of enjoyment makes me wanna...
Be there for you 
The sense of faithfulness makes you...
Not fulfill yourself.

The sense of life is like the wind- always there...
Sometimes strong, sometimes weak 
But mostly strong, 
Then unwanted.

The sense of confusion is also there...
Quiet but strong enough to make you doubt 
Whether should I 
Or shouldn't I.

The sense of sensing has already been lost. 
The sense of losing is the only thing I have not lost. 
The reason is that- I lost my heart, my love, my... 

Well, let?s say I lost everything when I lost you.