Vague
My greedy hands on the game piece and I’m about to lose,
I’m going to cross the line, I’m about to make a wrong move.
My intentions are so wrapped up on this
Next nervous heavy breath,
I’m stumbling through outcomes
On a rotten, cold-hard bed.

15/12/09 05:15am
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