You're Game's Getting Old

I'm trying to make it better
but it's not working out
Every time we're together
I just want to shout

I try to look away
pretend I didn't see
But the whole time
I'm wishing it was me

One minute you're hot
and the next you're cold
This game you're playing
is really getting old

Sometimes I wonder why
I feel the way I do
Why I constantly waste my time
chasing after you.