The Game of Love

The Game of Love

You lost
count

Of coins
and paper

Fun was
all you
lookin for

You never
cared for
money

Nor for
fame or
the castle

Travellin to
far lands

And to
your past

Everythin
looks like
a mirage

Emotion was
all you
hopin for

Sittin all
alone

In your
shell

The circus
around

Tryin to
impress you

Everythin looks
like a desert

Love was
all you
ever wanted

Caution: This might be all theory

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