

Lost The GameEver hear of Russian roulette? It's a game they played, The ultimate game of chance. Spin spin spin the barrel, Then take a shot. There's a five in six chance that it'll be empty. But there's still a chance. One little chance that this time the bullet will find its way out, Lodge the in your chest, And knock you down. I played that game for years. And I always won. A different girl when ever I played And I never got a bullet. I saw my friends get shot down One by one, Shot with bullets of what they called "love". I guess I should have known mLost The Game


Fools goldPlease excuse, my life has just fallen apart. I'm a little unprepared for this occasion. There must have been a miscommuniction when you asked your simple question. But do not frown, please let me appologize for I will never be ready for this. I am slightly miss-wired.Fools gold
Could you give me a mineut please? And just let me pick myself up off the floor? I need this time to see what i've lost, and what I've gained.
So just hold that thought babe, I'll only need a second.
I've done a head count and I see now how much I lost, they say you should never live your life with regrets, we


No Quiet ThingMy secret is no quiet thing, in fact he’s very loud he always makes his voice heard, he will always find a crowd he begs and pleads for someone who will lend him just an ear he never will be left alone; he always sits right hereNo Quiet Thing
In the middle of my forehead, an inch or two behind the pink and fleshy curtain which traps him in my mind in the middle of my skull, hiding right between my eyes living next-door to awareness; it is here my secret lies
My secret lies and tells untruths, his tongue cannot be trusted he knows for whom I’ve cried, and he knows for whom I’ve lusted  
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