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The love of the game was not enough
For the playing could not rid his sorrow
Every night the pain was sipped away
Drop by drop by drop
For only she knew his pain
She had caused it that night
The night when he whispered the words
She ran away and the tears that he cried fell,
Drop by drop by drop
He thought he would be fine
She would come running back to his arms
But as the time past, the wound just grew deeper
For she had found someone else
And his life flows from his wrist
Drop by drop by drop