Playing Your Game

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Words should not be weapons

Though that seems to be your goal

To kick and stab and torment me

And taunt my vulnerable soul

Love should not cause pain

Though that seems to be your price

You trick and hurt and lie to me

Like pressing salt and ice

Trust should not be broken

Though you play by your own rules

You schemed and fought and twisted me

You took me for a fool 

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