Too many times it's been the same
Too many times we've played this game
And this game, Life, gets old
So i'm told
Hold my hand if you want too
But it doesnt mean I love you
And kiss my lips if it feels nice
But my lips are cold as ice
I'm not a doll to dress up and use
I'm not here to amuse
Because I have a dream
Amazing as that may seem
So believe me if you will
As you come in for the kill
I will fight back
And be ready for your attack
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