Oh honey, you are so pure,

You think I’m in love, you think I feel pleasure,

Little do you know that you’re being played,

It would be dumb, if you actually stayed

I guess I feel guilty,

The way you look at me holds frailty,

But you should’ve known better,

Before you wrote me that letter,

Now I know you’re easy game,

Once I push back it’ll be you who you blame,

I’m sorry to say that you’re being played,

This game was never a one you could’ve outstayed,

I guess the news came late,

That I wasn’t compassionate,

I’ll toy with you, but once you get boring,

I’ll break your heart, but I’ll be outscoring.