THE GAME IS GETTING OLD

The game is getting old
you keep playing with my heart
telling it all the things it wants to hear
but is any of it real

you said you don't want to hurt me
you want me to be happy
but what you don't get
its you that makes me go

your the one that makes me happy
the one who makes my heart race
you give me butterflies
but yet again you make me cry

just stop this game
its tearing me apart
make up your mind
what do you want

is it me
are some little h oe
if its them
then leave me the h*ll alone