Fold

What is expected from me? You were the half that chose to leave I'll do my best Be your friend Even if leading to another dead end Never thought we would wash up where we are Two separate shores Watching you from afar Be truthful with me That is what I most desire Sick of the games Frustrated Tired Fake way through a familiar apology Promising to be the man I know you'll never be Like a rolling dice Have many faces Expert at bluffing yet you're always holding aces You gamble my love About time you lose My heart not an object to pull apart or use I'm sick of betting my chips The poorest hand For you I go all-in Don't even understand I never was good at cards At least that is what I'm told Probably should cut my losses Say farewell and finally fold

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