Games
Your heart pitch as black gambles with mine that of gold, but my cards are bad I'm getting ready to fold. I'm not saying I'm perfect for I too share the blame. The fault lies with me in falling for your game. The lies pile up like money on the table..you know all my tricks. It's hard keeping stable. You cleaned me out dry and reached the end of the road. Time to find a new girl. You played me. I'm broke.