Well you toss me 'round your little world
every time its your turn to play.
You'd cling to me for sweet dreams
now you gave me, in a box, away.
Not your favorite toy?
or the greatest joy?
anymore..
We're playing by your rules but
you think I'm always dealt the better hand.
This ain't meant to be a card game,
but you could never understand.
Or do you love the chase?
and the poker face?
well I don't.
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