Playing Games

by Kayla   Apr 1, 2006


Who am I? I'm not the same.
What happened? Why do I play this game?
Why am I doing this? I don't know to do.
Why do I cheat on both of you?
I cant stand this.
I've always been played.
Now I'm the one playing the game.
I'm so messed up, I'm going crazy.
I never really liked you,I didn't want to be your baby.
Now you hate me, thats fine
I hate you, too.
Theres nothing left to say,
Nothing left to do.

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