You're feeling sick you say
it's no less funnier
than the games they play
tugging on the heart strings of a fool.
You thought you'd changed,
but girl, you're to blame this time around the board.
Toss your pieces to the floor,
you don't want to play no more,
but stuck inside his tangled web you retreat.
Flat out
on your back,
pray to
find your feet,
wiping tears,
on your sleeve
borrowed air helps you breathe -
revived from another heart attack.
You say that feelings, are for the weak,
You salted yours and will not speak of them again.
Darker eyes than I thought mine,
dug his knife into my spine
and twisted it for good measure.
You're feeling sick, you say -
sorry if i nicked your heart.
(That wasn't the way I intended this to go)
Don't worry boy, I've played this role before,
the punchline is the same. (no matter what your name or role you take.)
Your lies are just as bad
as the truth you never had -
this time the jokes on you,
my heart is stuck with glue in all the cracks.
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