Player
You're playing games making me go insane. I'm trying to make
it plain for you to see that the only one that's been real is me.
I guess I'll just let you be. You're just a player but no one said
I wanted to be a part of this game. I'll just show you that I've
been there from the start but now look, you pushed it a little too far.
I'll just leave, get in my car maybe stare at some stars.
I'm thinking this was our last, it's time to put you in my past
What the hell is love,
where'd they even get this scheme from?
Making it sound like a drug that we can never get enough of.
We're all stuck on this idea of perfect in the end
is fighting for it even worth it?
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