Its a harsh cruel world sometimes
Everywhere you turn there are people with broken hearts
Yes, this world is such a cruel place
As naivety is always punished.
And players thrive.
This is the same story for so many
Who's broken world's need fixing too
Why in this world of broken dreams are
Words invaded by lie's
Sentences you know people are trying to scream
People spitting hate like unwanted saliva from a mean mouth
The hurt pleading for help as paranoia sets in.
And this my friend is your play ground
The board for your games
Your breeding ground for the unlovable
Where you entwine your tentacles of domineering power
Through loneliness and the frayed stitching of peoples lives
Your deep eyes make you trusting
Your sweet misguided words
Just enough to be lured in
Your a player
But you wont win this game.
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