Friday, July 17, 2009

We Play Games, but This Time I Win

The game is over--I can show you the score.
Seven days, zero passion, I think I've won this fair.
I'll show you what it's like, though you've no care.
This time we can't lose, in the end I'll gain more.

Though that bit of you remains, I don't believe
The rumors that spread; my mind stays, you go.
Let me have this glory, you'll pay no mind, I know.
I know in the end that we'll both pay a fee.

Let me brag, just one night, reciprocate the pain.
You won't feel a thing, just smile till it ends.
I won't blame you for the loss your grin send
Down my spine, your words wash out like hell after rain.

Scream until your lungs give out, don't understand
Why I've left you no note, no trace of my heart.
Next time you'll see me, we'll shake from the start,
Back to square one we go, you know it's all planned.

No more misunderstood, no more late night cravings.
I'm done and I've left you to dwell in the dust
Of what you made me--a mess, and you're the must-
have of the summer, but this time, you're losing.

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