Your Game

I cannot ignore you no matter how hard I try. I cannot be rid of you and you don't cease to make me cry.

The way you talked to me, the way you said you cared,
I was the bird and you the tree-your branches you did bear.

We had a past with memories good and bad.
The most important part is we were all each other had.

I was there for you, and you for me. I cared so much about you, yet you didn't see. 

You let her dictate what you do. She tells you where to go. This girl is consuming your life ever so slow/ 

Your promise to me did falter, you went back on your many words.You aren't the person I thought you were, and this to me does hurt.

Silently you judged me; not seeing me for who I am. You almost made me cease to be - what would've happened to my fam?

I cannot move on. I can't stop letting you in. I am left a messed up pawn, waiting for your cruel game to begin.

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