To think I thought I knew
A shame that bares its emblem proudly
I was to be different, the one not fooled.
A game I thought I could win, who was I kidding, no one ever has…
I got hurt and my pain paraded around for all too see.
I dwell within the masses now, of all those who lost to loves game,
But what’s worse than joining them, is thinking I would be
A different kind of dame, the one above the shame.
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