You were the dealer at the table

To which I gambled my life away

Until I was dead broke

No more vices left to spend

No more benders left to bend

All the hearts around me broken

They needed time to mend

Stripped of it all

I rebuilt from scratch

Making sure there was nothing in me that I lack

And as I sit at this table, look it’s my vices

You’ve come back,

But I no longer need you.