Game

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My heart is broken,
My cheeks are dry,
My head is an ocean,
And people wonder why

I was the one,
That's what you said,
Little did I know,
You were playing with my head,

I should have listened,
When they told me,
You were no good,
But now I'm free,

I'm free from your lies,
I'm free from the pain,
Because all I was to you,
Was a silly little game.

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