Your move
My life's like the puzzle,
that hangs around my neck
trying soo hard to put it together
but a fight with no regret
Life's like a deck of cards so
i'm going to play what i have
Your move...
I wait, while looking at my life
in my hand
you choose a card, and give a command
it struck my heart,
and hurt my soul,
but the show must go on
My move i pick up a part of my life
i place it on the field, and show it to you
you gasp in shock as you noticed
what i was hiding...
I struck your heart,
and hurt your soul.
Your move
you backstab me with a thief
it struck my heart,
and hurt my soul
that's a wound i'll feel
even when i grow old.
My move completly outnumbered
I wont give up...
made a sacrifice
that'll benifit me in the future
placed a trap of deception..
Your move...you try to attack my feelins
but a barrior stopped that one.
its time to dual for real, this is getting more fun
but...Why?
Why?...If one of us must die...
Why?.Is winning that important to you?
that you'd take my life?...
Why?..
Can you answer that?..
I was going to let you win...
winners never lose,
but sinners always sin.
-Omar Davis
