Odds bad right from the start.
Yet we couldn’t be pulled apart.
Tension running high, feelings running low,
Never had anywhere else to go.
This is all we know.
Spin the wheel, watch it go round.
Who’s gonna be unfortunate now?
We play love, like a simple game.
Things go wrong, toss around the blame.
With a loaded gun in hand, ready to aim.
Keep fighting for a prize no one can claim.
It’s a shame our love we couldn’t frame.
No one calls our name.
Nothings filled with color, it’s all the same.
It makes no sense why we’re both so eager.
Who is bigger?
This is an act of vigor.
A clear rigor.
Who will pull the trigger?
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