It Is a Painful Game
It is a painful game.
You seem to like it. Why?
My feeling`s sick and lame.
So will your one survive?
I need a piece of bread
But I am given sweets.
You want a helping hand.
Don`t tell me you need wings.
I called you “dear”. It`s true.
Don`t make me say “I lied”.
Why so? Why me? Why you?
And is it wrong or right?
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