There is nothing left to give,
little left to live.
Hope I feel is just a fear,
fear that creeps on so very near.

No pain is felt, no tear is shed,
the cards are delt, you made the bed.

The bed is where it is real,
the bed is what I hate.
The soft cushions may nurture and heal,
but a life in bed should be my fate.

It's based on play,
every single day,
The price I must pay,
love is what I have to say.

Giving in to the hold you possess,
Fake feelings is what I confess.
Dealing with honesty,
shes coming on to me.
Finally the decision is made,
I will not let our lives played.

The girl is grasping me ever tight,
I rip her off of me, I put up a fight.
Shaking and quivering you think I've gone insane,
Love burning my viens, it gives me such good pain.
 
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