Tired of Playing

by What happens when the musics over   Jul 30, 2009


You and your pathetic lies, I see it in your cold eyes.
You don't think with your heart, nor your brain.
All that's left is that erection,
Why are you so vain?
Just tell me were moving directions, I know this issue isn't temporary.
I leave you in fury?!
This I can't believe, you selfishly see what you want to see.
I'm tired of games,
Now, I'm the one who's going to leave.

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