Being played

by Breanna Schara   Feb 18, 2007


Everytime, i look at you,
my heart shrivels up and breaks in two;
because i know the pain that you'll put me through.
your playing me, like I'm some kind of game;
jumping from piece to piece, moving from square to square, and sliding your way through.
but what you did not know was, this whole time i have been secretly playing too.
by the time you roll my precious dice of chance and your final bit of luck, you will have noticed that the rules have completely changed. and by the time you notice, i will be half way through the game.
because honey, this is how it goes. dont you ever count your luck, by lying and thinking i wont know. because you'll be distracted on trying to cover it all up, meanwhile I'm playing you like a simple, little puzzle. babe the pieces are not hard to tape back together and figure you all out.
it's sad watching you, while your lying from day to day. the funny part is, you actually thought you got away.
but baby, oh baby there's just one simple fact that i could never deny. no matter how hard you try and put fourth your effort; you will never be able to play the piece to my heart.
now i get to sit here quietly watching you slowly falling apart.
your like a little Wiesel, squirming around the room. and oh, your so happy thinking that i will never know, when honey, i already do.
babe, you cant lie about this one, I've figured you out. and this is true without any doubt. your secrets lie deep within the palms of my hands.
like a little rubber band, i will fling you away. and out of my life; you will remain to stay.
your like a piece of rotten trash, about to be thrown away. your nothing to me. no longer do i want you. so go away.

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