Ick. You disgust me.
Wore it out, wore it thin
Playing a game
Where no one wins
Fighting, all in, to win the prize
Sick you. You made this a game
With empty promises and mind fucked lies.
Just to see how far to push
just to see
If beauty could be destroyed by deceit.
Love is not a game, not something to play.
But you’re twisted see,
and what a mess you’ve made.
This game of yours,
I’d gladly pick up each piece
Keep it forever, keep it safe.
If only. If only he’d let me.
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