The game

by rebecca   Mar 22, 2008


Its hurting me to be this way
you come, you go, you take me away
i hate myself for how i am
for laying myself open to be hurt by a man
im strong, im resolute, i don't want this
and then you call and i remember what i miss

all you want is a fraction of me
for some crazy reason i give it happily
i know that you dont feel the same
for you this is a fun, distracting game
yet im falling falling falling and i just cant
stop.

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