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My heart, Built like a gameboard- Open to all Multiple pieces, multiple players A roll of the dice, A deck of cards. You serve a strong poker face. Unpredictable moves,
If boys will be boys Then girls will be toys Consistently falling For all of their ploys And allowing their confidence To be destroyed
I watch this one dude talk game Try to find a woman to tame She falls more and more for his charm Him only equipped to harm For not even two minutes later He on to something better
Enticed by her lustful allure The Casanova had to stare His next conquest, he was so sure She’d concur to a night’s affair She said “You’re broken. I’ve no cure. No magic treatment down below.”
Oh! Heart! Why do you choose to stay in a dark room? Why do you have to stay in this heavy storm? Oh!
You make me insecure. You lied. You looked me right in the eye and lied to me to save yourself. Because god forbid you ever be held responsible for your actions. 
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