How could you..

How can you have the nerve,
to tell me how you feel,
play with my heart,
and then not take credit for your actions?

How can you make me feel,
something I thought was so real,
and it turned out to be,
a pretty little act.

It doesnt make sense to me,
all the time you wasted on me,
when you knew that your feelings werent true.

Stop playing this game,
I've caught on,
and I'm just going to wound up winning.