August 13, 2016 § Leave a comment

If you love someone, set them free…
If they return to you, they’re yours.
If they don’t, well you’re an idiot
To let go of them in the first place!
Sacrifices, sacrifices.

Who the hell came up with this idea?
Why is it important to sacrifice in love?
What good does it bring really,
Except for a bloated sense of self importance?
Sacrifices, sacrifices.

Life never really deals you a fair hand,
You bet high when you shouldn’t,
You bluff when you can’t keep a poker face,
And sooner or later, the secret’s out that you still love him…
Sacrifices, sacrifices.

What if you don’t want to give up,
But keep fighting on relentlessly?
What happens when you’re determined,
And you end your sanity, in that futile process?
Sacrifices, sacrifices.

Each one of us is drunk somewhere.
Some on the loss of innocence,
Some on the fearful fight for survival.
And some, on the promises that now lay broken.
Sacrifices, sacrifices.


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