FUCK THESE GAMES

FUCK THESE GAMES

Why do you keep these secrets about your life? 

Every "truth" you eject seems tinged with a lie

You "want me" but then you forget I exist

You'd think by now I'd have gotten the gist

But then there's always that last minute call

Where you make up the excuse that forgives it all

Pieces of my heart collected in your sieve

I'm so gullible and you make me believe

Honestly, how many are there, and you know what I mean

Don't tell me you're just like your father the libertine

Don't tell me you're soulless and that this was a waste

Talk to me, and not just with your normal haste

Tell me the truth if you "love me so much"

Bc right now I feel as used as a clutch 

I have no right to judge what you say

But God Almighty...FUCK THESE GAMES.