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The Game
The Game
Amber Malone & Brent Edgar
-verse-
One insignificant flaw
Equivalent to the size of a pin
Without hesitation you sunk your teeth in
Pretty miss pathetic
In the begginining seemed so amused
Only to discover that she was being used
-pre chorus-
This infected wound begins to sting
The loss of blood makes her grow weaker
Something which began as a minor cut
Keeps on being dug deeper
-chorus-
Falling over, feeling sicker
Than ever before
Torn and broken, chest sliced open
Heart's laying on the floor
Spinning 'round in circles
feeling impervious to this pain
So you swallow every ounce of pride
And play the game again
-verse-
Been through this all before
What was once her lucky charm
Ended up causing her more harm
Just hide your many scars
Wrap the bandage round your arm
Her corpse hits the floor, someone sound the alarm
-pre chorus-
The infected soul begins to sing
Loss of self esteem, time to greet the reaper
Trying hard to rinse these sins
But he only pulls me deeper
-chorus-
Falling over, feeling sicker
Than ever before
Torn and broken, chest sliced open
Heart's laying on the floor
Spinning 'round in circles
Feeling impervious to this pain
So you swallow every ounce of pride
And play the game again
-bridge-
Phony ecstacy
With a phony friend
Why put on the act
Then fuck her over in the end
-chorus-
Falling over, feeling sicker
Than ever before
Torn and broken, chest sliced open
Heart's laying on the floor
Spinning 'round in circles
Everything still tastes the same
So she wipe's away her tears
And plays the game again
-chorus-
Falling over, feeling sicker
Than ever before
Torn and broken, heart ripped open
Cadaver laying on the floor
Spinning 'round in circles
Everything still feels the same
So she wipes away her tears
And plays the game again
Taste it again
It's the same fucking thing, but
She's used to the pain
Wipe the blood away, and try again.
