You played me like a guitar,
And I was stupid enough to let you.
You'd pull my strings,
You'd try and make me sound perfect,
Look perfect, too.
But maybe I'm just a broken guitar, maybe I always have been.
Maybe nothing'll ever be the same,
Because you played with my heart, and got me in your games.
Letting go, saying goodbye, I don't know why it's so hard not to cry.
Your friends are surprised we're done, but so am I.
Months after, and I still can't get over it.
I'll keep on writing out my feelings for you, hoping you don't see them,
And know I wrote them, too.
You love her, I can see, I understand, I think.
But we've been through so much,
And now we're nothing.
Not even friends, not even anything.
Just enemies, but oh why, did it come to this?
I never wanted this day to come,
But I guess it's what happens when you played me, like a guitar.
I didn't know how much you meant to me, until I lost you,
Did you have that feeling, too?
Saying sorry won't take away the pain.
It won't make my feelings go away.
It won't make everything okay.
So, you can play her like a guitar, now..
But don't come back, don't try and get me back, and don't try and play me a guitar again!
