What is it?

It's a regret, the first of its kind

It's a memory, distant in due time

It's a lie, lived long enough

It's a fact, the going was rough

It's a lesson, learned once before

It's a test, never no more

It's a bluff, called once again

It's a scheme, not trusted by friends

It's a game, played with vigor

It's a shot, in the heart for pleasure

It's a gamble, dealt with a price

It's a chance, seldom given twice

It's a ruse, not to be trusted

It's a risk, to mistake love for what lust is.