Every night we spend together
Only makes me more confused
Is it like blaming the weather
How you decide you cannot choose?
To win is to lose
Maybe to win is to lose
Every neglected form of affection
Reconciliation you refuse
You still run to me with resentment
And kiss my head when you think I don't see you
Just unfortunate circumstances
In every other life I am your muse
You wouldn't turn from all my advances
You wouldn't pretend you fell out of love, that you want to
To win is to lose
Maybe to win is to lose
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Songs I Write | VIII
PoetryHello! - Please don't steal. - If you do use any or anything, just give credit, thanks. - 20 years old, England.
