All part is the same, sick little game,
and I need to get away to make you come.
All part is the same, only a loser,
and I need to run away in order to make you come closer.
If only you could know;
I’m sick of this game.
I’m stuck with this pain.
I want to quit this game yet I still try to win it.
But the truth, you always be the winner.
You always be, since you treat me like a domino heart.