Here, let me play your game, A game called lies,
You hide and cheat, What you feel inside...
I wanted to tell you I hate you
I hate you for messing with my head...
For those who have read my poems
Will have noticed their very deep...
A little girl walking home from the store
a big truck roars up and opens the door...
I know that I should try to find somebody new..
But all I find is myself always thinking of you...