The deck’s all laid out
As always, the Ace is never on top
Poor baby; you sure can’t win for lose
Because noone ever taught you when to stop
It boils in your blood
As it races through your veins
No, it’s no ordinary addiction
For your only pleasure will be pain
It will have you in fits in rage
Before it will let you live in peace
The only cure you’ll find is within
The anguish you harbor will spread like a disease
by Bonny – ©1999 to present
