The Game

by Augusta   Jul 3, 2005


I want it to be over,
I'm tired of this game.
I guess I made a mistake,
To make that wild man go tame.
He's completely different now.
Its really such a shame.
That sex that used to be the best?
I'm sorry, cause now it's lame.
Now I can barely get lit,
What used to be a blinding flame.
When I look into his eyes,
They just don't seem the same.
And when I ask my heart who's there?
It doesn't say his name.
Our relationship was built
On such a superficial frame.
And I don't know who's fault it is,
But it's always him I blame.
So, like I said, it's over!
I'm tired of this game...

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