Love is a game that drives us insane,
Making us hope and stay just as lame.
We feel it control then fall way to hard,
For the person who sways our card.
It leaves us in shambles,
It leaves us a wreck.
It puts me in brambles,
And wrings my neck.
Love is a gamble that leaves me,
Destroyed utterly and completely.
A fear ridden claw,
Grips my jaw.
Shutting my throat,
Sealing my note.