This was written for Song Fight's Circle Of Titles.
lyrics
The Prisoner’s Dilemma
Sitting in a room with my head held in my hands
Wondering what you’re doing tonight
I think about you all the time,
Do you think about me too?
I got a pretty good feeling that you do
The good times we had have all turned to bad
Now the dance is over
Our luck ran out, no thanks to you
This wasn’t part of our master plan
And now we have to play the game
You should just be a good sport
And take all the blame
I’m sitting by myself in a world of misery
My minds made up you’re gonna stay here
Instead of me
And I hope you still love me enough
To set me free
Don’t get me wrong, I still like you
But I’ll like you more when I’m out there
I could do all the things we planned
Go to places we’ve never been
And I’ll write you and send you some postcards
To cell block number 3
I’m sitting by myself in a world of misery
My minds made up you’re gonna stay here
Instead of me
And I hope you still love me enough
To set me free
And I’ll write you and send you some postcards
To cell block number 3
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