Betting On the Worst
Laying here on my bed thinking how it could have been,
Makes me wonder why did it have to end?
The talking has ended,
The meetings have concluded,
I feel so excluded.
I want back in your life,
But your not willing to take that sacrifice,
I have rolled my final dice.
There is no more point for me on this earth,
But to live through the worst,
Betting on my last remorse,
To find that it would just get worse.
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