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My Next Round
I have grown weary
and no longer want to play
I did what I could
each passing day
but you don't need me
and you won't feed me
the sweetness that I used to love
It's not much fun anymore,
to not see that look in your eyes,
the look that filled my emptiness,
this all caught me by surprise,
Like a fish on a hook
the bait looked so sweet
but when i got reeled in
I had lost my feet
I flopped around on unfamiliar ground
until you thru me back in the cold water
But next time I'm caught
I'll be sure not to faulter
