The Big Game
They run, run like they are running a marathon Rushing to break innocent hearts
Their race for victory
A sport they all want to compete in
They lie, lie about loving
They use you, laugh at you, and lie to you
Then they leave, they leave you alone in the dark
Like a tree that once had leaves
Like a light that once was bright
Like a flower that once had petals
Like a friend that once cared
They leave behind scars
Scars that wont ever heal
The marks, the scars, the pain
The permanent reminder
Cold, cold is what they are and sick
No soul, no heart, no love
They go by the name of heart breakers
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