A Golden Game
I have never felt like I would do anything to hold onto a person until her.
I had told her everything
All my cards were on the table.
She could see every hand I was trying to make
She knew when I was hurting
She saw right through my bluff
I tried to change and be better
To be all in
But no amount of chips could relieve the dept I put her in
So she still decided to fold
To walk away from the game.
To walk away from me.