The Game
My heart now bitter cold
Trying to rid your memory
How I wish to forget you forever
It would be much easier for me
You took my heart and played your game
I was dealt the losing hand
Now, I'm left to suffer the consequence
It's time for me to take a stand
Never again will you see my face
Your game I no longer play
Get on with your pathetic life
Right here is where I'll stay
Someone will come along
She'll play you in return
You will then be the fool
And tread that bridge you will soon burn
Remember all that you once did
It all comes back times three
Your pay-back will be here soon
And you'll get the hand you once dealt me
While I'm getting on with my life
You'll be sitting, head in your hand
My days will be carried out in happiness
While you're playing the losing hand
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