*actually this is going to be part of my new poem: Started it for a couple weeks: nothing sounds right... HELP*

It's 3 A.M and they're at it again
Where this is headed-There's no telling yet

You try to control my heart while holding it in your hands: Yet it seems as though you're losing your grip...

If you're going to play the game of hardball...know your opponent before you're up to bat - otherwise all you're left with is a tired hand from playing your best and no score to show for it