The Players Of This World

Here's my heart torn and empty
Here's my soul cold and grey

Feels like I've lost my best friend
Lost the other half of me

Why make me then break me?
Why lead me on?

You promised I'll never need anything again with you here
Then you said "promises were made to be broken"

Brave words of being different
Being the one and only

They were all the words of a faker
All that you could be

Now I think the "one and only" is a bit too cliched
Bit too out of reach

Don't try to give me your reasons of being
Don't tell me cos it hurts

Stop all your explaining it could never be again
Stop all the lies of how you want it back

Another broken heart now to mend
Another player of this world uncovered

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