The Game by Crístál Válęntíná

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Apr 2016

The Game

Pain is a game
We all have to pay

Now that it's over
It's time to move on
I can do bad
All by myself

Life goes on
This is merely an ending, but
Like a fool I forgave you

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Crístál Válęntíná New York

(New York)

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