Solitary



I do this thing where i drive myself insane for countless hours
hoping for an ace to pick up
my 52 some odd problems
but they all revolve around some queen of diamonds
Who jack'd my heart
and then accused me of just being a joker all along
These girls feel no spite in their malice
They scan their hands looking for a "king"
Only to throw me back in the pile
to be shuffled around again.
They always seem catch my bluff behind my poker face
I can't complain it's my fault after all
I'm the one who gambled with love

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