I've loved you since I was a teenager.
Player games was your major
You con-ed me with your lies...
Did You just want ur place between my thighs
But once you succeeded, why couldn't you leave me alone
What? did the player get hooked on the skills that I own?
No I must admit I was the one pleased
With what you can do when you're on your knees
But your skills can only go but so far
When all you do is leave me with scars...
The truth from you is few and far in between
It's almost as if its become your routine
And I've become your puppet in your 1 man show
But One day you will weep what you sow
And When that day comes your skills will have no hold
That will be when I give up and I finally fold!
