When there is a road,
I will find our way,
What we had you sold,
You couldn't have me that day.
The cost of time,
Is obviously too much,
I guess waiting is a crime,
And should be treated as such.
But why do I,
Feel the same,
Why must I cry,
To stay in the game?
I can roll the dice,
But you will never budge,
Follow my own bad advice,
And hold my grudge.
We know I'll never win,
But I still waste my time away,
Never again,
Will my heart beat anyway.
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