I ran to you, not fate,
Too different, we’re not a couple.
Sometimes you find it, but you wait,
You leave, you lose, you wander.
I want to wish beautifully,
But I won’t bet on zero,
I’ll bet on the red jackpot,
I know they make bitches happy.
My life is mine again,
I’m free, but keeping an eye out,
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