Wistful feelings I felt while I was deceived by my heart
As I let him whisper hope into my ears I choked
Swallowing my words of disapproval
Smiling bitterly as I gave myself another gamble
And as the dice came dancing down at my feet
Waiting for a pair of even twins
I got two eyes.


I must mind my feelings
because sometimes he can be mischevious
and I can't afford to gamble again
no matter the potential prize
The risk can destroy me