You, your game, I'm out

by Angel Of Death   Jan 8, 2007


What do you want from me?
I don't have anything for you,
You took eveything I had,
There was nothing I can do

I called it quits months ago,
But your game was on repeat,
How can you make me feel so low,
To you, at your game, I now must beat

____XOX

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