Five o'clock in the morning and
I'm alone, you haven't come home.
I wish that I could understand
Why you are always on the roam,
Gambling on finding someone who
You'd rather love than loving me.
And you know how much I love you,
So home here is where you should be.
Why is love just a game you play,
Causing me pain with no regret,
Leaving me hoping that someday
I will luck out in your roulette?
Spinning the wheel of love you spin,
One of these spins I've gotta win.
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