all my best attempts are wasted
on girls I wish I never met
on a hand I knew I'd never win
on odds better left un-bet
so I cash in my remaining chips
just a little behind in the end
I've lost my money
I've lost my pride
I've gained a so-called friend
I called my therapist today
to ask for some love advice
she held my hand and calmed my fears
who knew a girl could be so nice
its time to go back to my old tricks
I've got lots of lies to return
I've got pain to give
time to get my kicks
and lots of love to burn
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