The Game of Love is rough

Why do you make me relive the memory, you know how deep it cuts, am I the sucker for punishment, since I set myself up for the punch

Should I have just walked away from you and tried to heal my heart all alone, or should I do what I really want to do and just cut you right back to the bone

My blood runs cold through a heart of stone, everytime that I pick up your phone, I still can’t believe, you chose to deceive, while still telling me I was the one

But somewhere deep I still care for you, there’s a flame there that I can not snuff, you broke all the rules, made us both the fools, left us scrambling for tools trying to fix this,

Gave you all my love, still was not enough, guess the game of love tends to get rough, but I’m thankful too, when it comes to you, just keep showing me how to be tough

Photo by Timur Weber

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