Bet (gimel)

An old friend called me yesterday

Reminded me of my past

The past I chose willingly

To rip away from

The professional prop player

A life very few were willing

Or able to scratch from the skin

Much like a tattoo

The gambler

Over 20 years in the asylum

Now I walk through the desert

To the promise land alone

They still don't understand

They think I will be back

But I won't