this game we ply
is not really fun
this magic act of yours
is not magical at all
now i see you
now i don't
this either stops now or it won't
you are so hung up
on everybody else
too much to see
what is right in front of you,
me
this game we play
is getting kind of old
why must you turn to me
with a shoulder so cold
i used to love everything about you
you never knew
but i didn't tell you purposely
because i didn't want you to hurt me
like so many others did
i used to like this game we play
before it became so cruel
but now it seems
this game we play
is only fun for you