The Game
It's the question I get asked everytime I call
The constant reminder of what has happened
The loneliness I feel everyday is real
The everyday heartbreak always hurts
Is it love?
Or something to waste my time?
Do I really love you?
Or is this a game where you're winning?
Thats the question I ask myself all the time
That ends simply in tears
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