Playing theyr cards , moving the same..
Keep thinking i should leave this dance,
That ive already lost this game..
The dices drop and shots inflame
My thoughts of lust and fragile trance,
Enhance my blame into the same
Old romance , dieing in advance.
By stolen kisses with no chance
Of happening again.. a flame..
That`s all it was..a game ..a glance
Wile other women smile ur name..
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