Fold

I am tired of the same routine. The hands they switch and the bluffs between. They got so used to playing, lying became their win. I never was good at this game. I didn’t come to play, I didn’t come to stay, I just was, because she was there. It didn’t seem fair, but their addiction I never shared. It was my fault, for I always cared and bet my soul, so she can win. Just like that, I was sold for sin, lonelier that I have ever really been. These bars are always full to the brim, I walk by my lonesome, on these empty streets, wishing I was in. Some people will speak to hurt, though I hear, I don’t believe I deserved, it’s all alright, for although I heard, I’d rather walk on by. Now I don’t think I will again try, for my hands are cold, my lips are dry. I was here for the long ride, she was here, not knowing moments go by. So, I can no longer fight. This game’s always been theirs, never mine, my soul’s ripped apart but never mind, I will truly be alright, for I walk into the night. Though I wish I didn’t also lie, for I still dream, to dive inside those eyes.