Love...

Love is just a game,
Full of so much shame.

He puts all these thoughts in my head,
All he wanted was to get me in bed.

Well, he got what he wanted,
Now he's a part of me- I'm haunted.

Why did I let him do this to me?
Why didn't I open my eyes and see?

I think I should've,
How would I be if I would've?

I'm putting up a fight,
to take him outta my mind- outta sight!