The Game

Love is a game,
We're all meant to play.
The problem is,
Things never go my way.

My emotions are trigered,
By the things that I see.
That's how it is,
The way it'll always be.

I can't help but think,
It was worth nothing at all.
And I wonder why,
I took the fall.

I'm so sick of thinking,
That it was all real.
But now I know,
How you really feel.

So, that's how it is,
I've played this game.
Now I'm the only person,
That I can blame.