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The Game

Love's a game of players 
Though not all quite the same,
The most dangerous players of all
Are those addicted to the game

They move quickly through the others 
Collecting hearts along the way,
Not caring who is left behind 
As long as they can play 

Thinking they are skillful 
Pretending to be real, 
Know how to make you want them, 
know how to make you feel

The tactics that are used
Very often lead to tears, 
They find out all your weaknesses
And play upon your fears

Once they feel they have the power
Their ego starts to soar,
The lengths that some will go to 
Would shock you to your core

They thrive on the attention
It means the game is going well,
They'll talk about their feelings 
And insist you also tell

If it feels they might be losing 
They'll change the way they play,
Act as if unwanted 
And suggest they'll go away

You'll feel your heart sink low
As you beg and cry and plead,
This let's them know their winning
And serves to feed their need

They'll tell you that they love you
But secretly it's fake,
They'll stop at almost nothing 
Even if your hearts at stake

But no matter how you try
Their hearts you'll never tame,
Because although they love to love 
They're just addicted to the game

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