The Game


Broken hearts that are left to wonder

often fall and often blunder

they tend not to know just where they are going

they just keep on moving somtimes slowing


You know what i mean, you've been there before

been thrown away by the one you adore

On a warm summers night, out in the rain

walking along trying to forget all your pain


or was it you who broke a heart

left the other stumbling alone in the dark

yes, it is you, you are one and the same

each and everyone of you who's ever played the game




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