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The Game

Broken body

Broken mind, and broken soul

My heart's still beating

But I can feel it start to slow

 

Love me not, or love me won't

Or love me just enough

So hard to keep on playing

I feel like giving up

 

Don't deny me

The truth is in your eyes

Yet, this game keeps on going

And I still roll the dice

 

But every game has its end

And you knew it all along

So tell me what I want to hear

Or else I'll be moving on

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Published
Oct 31, 2010
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