Placing Bets

Tiresome is what you get
When you're not finished
Running on empty yet
You place your bet
When you think you will win
They take it from you with a grin
While you still wish you had gin
In your cup
Won't be enough to fill you up
Always going to be that void
But you can't fill it
Not with drugs
Not with booze
Not with sex
Or anything else you choose
Who is going to loose?
You know it's you
It can't happen enough times
For it to sink into
Your head
But you still place your bet instead
Of keeping it all
For yourself
Nobody deserves it more than you