Walking on thin iceI m paying the price.
I m throwing the dice in the air.
Why must we learn it the hard way
And play the game of life with our hearts?
I gave you my lifeyou gave me your life.
Like a gush of wind in my hair.
Why do we forget what s been said
And play the game of life with our hearts?
I may cry someday. A kiss will dry whichever way.
And when my heart returns to ashesit will be just a story.
It will be just a story.
And you go and try to walk across the lake
Crossed it with winter and all of this is ice
A terrible thing to do. They say the lake is as thick as the ocean.
I wonder if she knew?
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