Sta.sh
In your twisted game
You want to tell me
That it is just you and me
But, look around and try to lie
You infact tell me
That it isn't how well I play
But, rather who is on my team
To bad you got first pick
We are playing for two endings
Neither will make both of us happy
One with a voiceless doll
The other with no strings at all
You know the rules
You made them and only let me know
How can you expect me to win
When I am bleeding and tired
How can I win a fight
Where cheating isn't below you
Pulling my team across your line
Holding the loaded gun to their head
You mess with my mind
Playing the cards
Telling me they made the choice
Then why do they look so pained
You haunt my dreams
With your words of 2 narrowing to one
Black and brown will become blonde
I already feel the new burning
There are ways to end your game
Your prize is on my side
With every roll of the die
She pulls further away
How could you win a game
When you don't even know
If you can walk away
With your prize
Her foolish actions
Only put her in danger
Your side unable to step in
You watch her stumble and fall
With your act
You can't stop her bleeding
Is you act, or her more important
You watch in wonder
She takes your hand
The one with the gun
Knocking her friend from your hold
Lining the barrel up with her heart
"Now pull...end this."
That smile, those eyes
She is sincere
She doen't want to play this game anymore
As she hears this click
She pull the knife
Together we will die
No one can say you won
You may have got first pick
I will get last strike
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Even the part where she lines up the gun to her heart... I could almost picture that part.
There was a lot of emotions in this... and it really helped with the flow and the structure.
Great work.