The Player's Kiss

The guy was a player, he gave me a kiss
I blame him entirely, he made me like this

I think of him the whole time I lie awake in my bed
I think of him while I'm making bloody lines of red

I am slowly dying, but am already dead inside
All because of that Player, all because he lied

Love is just a ruthless game
Designed to drive the pieces insane

But it's easy to the Player
Of course,
Because he's the woman slayer