Sick Little Game
Sick Little Game
Broken wings and a crooked smile
I think that you've been gone awhile
Betrayed and hurt alive but dead
A broken heart and tearful eyes
Not enough truth in the lie
Not enough love in your life
Blood and tears and your gone again
Your born to lose so youll die to win
Maybe if you could have chose
But i guess thats just the way that this story goes
No one ever wins in this sick little game
But go on and try and maybe youll find
The secret of the game
This sick little game
Of Life
poem by Queen Of The Damned
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