Love is a Game
We were young and in love
We were a fiery passion
You were just playing a game
You just weren’t that into me
I was strung along like a dog
I was stupidly in love with you
She obviously still had your heart
She obviously wasn’t my friend, but yours
You never saw me as more than a secret
A toy to be played with
Well, I guess that means you won
Because you broke me
Now I’m sitting here in the shadows
Watching you move onto your next mistake
She’ll be the next toy for you
She’ll be gone at the end of the week
Love is a game that I played
With my heart and not my brain
Now I’m alone and in pieces
Guess he could play better than me
Love is a game but it is a part of me
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