There are so many players,
In this game we call “love.”
Moving in on each victim,
Killing with each push and shove.
She’s had her heart torn at,
Gnawed at to the core,
Bled every last drop pouring from her soul,
Can’t feel anymore.
She has fought to make things right,
Are the chances of friendship slight?
But every time she plays her turn,
It all goes down with endless fight.
No more can she take it,
She’s experienced too much,
No longer will she fall for his cruel, fowl lies,
Or be fooled by his gentle touch.
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