if i am to disappear
do not cry
do not laugh
do not wonder
do not fret
do not look for me
i am free
free from the exams
the results
the tests
from stuck up girls who con
from your charms
your smell
your eyes like smoke
your voice like rhymes
i have gone to the crossroads
to sell my soul
for one shot
one more gamble
one more blackjack one more deal
one more spin of the roulette wheel
and i will return as a better man a man you can love
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