And here I swore I hated gambling.

I gambled every night.
Her game was Hold Em Till They Break.
The Queen of Jokers. The Heart of Diamonds.
I was broke before I joined the game.
A pocket full of loose change,
nothing to gamble with.
She smelled an amateur, bet the house.
A dealer of busts and snake eyes.
She was my arch nemesis, the other side of me,
cept the coin is flipped, now I'm the dark side.
So heads up, I'm playing chance with your lies,
and it won't turn up good for you.
I'll burn this house to the ground.
I'll rip every skeleton you buried in my rib cage.
They can cut from me every confession,
I don't care if it kills me.
I'll laugh myself to death on the table.
Cough up every secret, all of your tricks,
and all your twisted plot twists,
each night was a roll of the dice.
I bet the house, and lost every time.
Yet I'm the one who deserves to die?
Because I put my cards down first?
Does that seem right to you?
I bet it does,
you walked away with nothing to lose.