To push those buttons and place your bet.

The rush of the beeping with the credits you land,

Your limit of funds is more than you let.

It's starting to become a regular habit,

There no money for everyday things.

You want to hold on and just grab it,

Now the secret & lies are all that it brings.

The nervous feeling inside your gut,

Cause you know it's out of control.

You are falling deep down in a rut,

Your not acting in your normal role.

Outside contacts have become forgotten,

You are sticking solely all alone.

Everything about you just feels rotten.

You now need help so use the phone.

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