I reach into your heart so full,
It burns me, though it is cool.
You're playing me for the fool.
I realize all too late
This game of you and me,
Is ripping me at the seams.
Is stripped of all its means.
I'm left so dumb and blind
These ghostly voices that I here,
My hands to cover my ears.
I could block the madness and fear.
The knife in my back starts to shift
And when it seems you've had your fill,
My spirit to your will.
You off, but you win still.
This game must come to an end
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