Crush
The game is crush
Your dealt a hand of cards
And you have to bid on the cards,
Hoping you bid right
If your wrong
Game over
In life your dealt a hand full of chances
Chances that could go either way in life.
Bad or good
I got dealt the card, the chance,
The card…you
I had a perfect game
Till you showed up in my deck
I was in trouble
My heart fooled me
Telling me this was my chance,
My moment
But then
I was wrong
It was my mind playing tricks
There was never a chance of you and I
My perfect game was over
I guess that’s why they call it crush.
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