| The Game (a lyric about love) Who is anyone to decide what is love, or suicide Russian Roulette, a game of pain Life to lose, bliss to gain We jump in head first and don�t look before we leap We change our ways for better days if just for her to keep. A stalking predator that no one can survive To live through one another is when you�re truly alive Which way to go to get out of here? Stuck inside this box escape is what I fear. These words may mean nothing to one who�s never known But for those of you who�ve been there I know I�m not alone. |
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