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4/19/2005

 
Game Called on Account of Fear

you fall in and out of love
at the drop of a hat
you fall in when she begins your way
and your out just like that
as soon as she turns another direction
you withdraw your affection
lie and say you never loved her
and if you ever loved her
you'll never love her again
as often as you quit you'll never win
one can't be both loser and lover
you're like a self-defeatist
who's gone undercover
as a great romantic
with his heart on his sleeve
you can never win in love
if you refuse to believe
it is better to have loved and lost
but all you've done is lose
you're like an apple
that begs not to be eaten
then complains about a bruise
we can talk about this
but i wonder what's the use
if you're intent to die alone
no one will die with you
love is painful, love is hell
but love is rain fall
and wedding bells
it truly is something wonderful
but if you only quest for perfection
then you'll never know
all the joy between first and last kiss
it's not just to feel beautiful
it is to exist
that is if you feel as strongly as you say
and forfeit without any delay
then you've aborted yourself
and called the game
on account of your fear of pain
but i tell you this
if you avoid what hurts
you'll miss out on what's worth
all the pain in the world
yes you'll survive
but what good is life
if you never feel a thing at all