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Choices

You call me yours
I call you insane
How can I know, if this is just another game.
We've played it before, and I'm sick of losing.

I've given you three choices, so which are you choosing?

You want me with you, but a what price.
You 'caring' heart, shrouded in ice.
The truth is hard to find, behind all the lies.
Yet you still dazzle me, with those crystal eyes.

With a flick of the wrist I am under your spell.
Is this a game I cannot tell?
Your words disguise your true, intentions.
But now I've learned to control my temptations.

This isn't I game now I can tell.
This is something that I call hell.