how strange I feel tonight
hearing the siren song
drawn like the moth
forced to remember
we like the same music
move to the same rhythm
made together
for each other
and always apart
I thought you had won
the game called loved
if it were a game
they say the last one to love
is the loser of the game
I thought I had to lose
but today I find out
I have not lost after all
may not, for a thousand years
I would have gladly lost
because that is what love is
to want to be the loser
or to never have a loser
but sometimes the game
only has losers
let me be last
give me my love
worth not winning
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