The Game

May 12, 2016

Sometimes I feel, like I’m going to explode;

For the love inside me, I cannot hold;

I talk to you, but never know what to say;

And never do it right, so all I can do is pray;

And yes, you’re beautiful, too cute for me to stand;

Because I want to walk with you, hand-in- hand;

I see you at the game, sitting with your friends;

My love reaches to you, it never ends;

As I think of you, now I lost my beat;

Because you love my friend, and think I’m a Creep;

But I’m not a creep, I just don’t know what to say;

It’s all a game, I don’t know how to play;

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