Im Not A Game

I'm not a game By r.p Stevens I'm fed up with your lies Your words are harsh and crude My fuse is getting shorter I'm tired of being used If pain is temporary And pride is for ever Then why must you keep on Can't you see I'm getting pissed I'm bout to leave , be gone Truth is I'm really getting fed up Matter fact can't you let up You keep kicking me when I'm down How the hell am I to get up I don't understand how you are this way Like you have know shame You push and pull me constantly Told you I'm not a game You have made my self esteem low With the daggers that you throw You torment me constantly Hand grenade bout to blow You wanted a ride or die But you treat me like I'm nothing You wine just like a child With all your nagging and fussing Mean names and cussing Hurry up and rushing I'm embarrassed to be around you You act as if I'm nothing Well you got it mister I'm terrible , I'm to blame But remember all this shit When your all alone I'm not a game..