It started off pretty well
Now, I know all too well
How my feeling is unwell
It will not be as deep as a well

“I love you” is you always say
“I miss you” is all you ever mean to say
You never mean any of it
You just play for the fun of it

What part of me do you like?
I sometimes wonder?
Is it what I can give that she can’t?
Is it that you can play with me and I can’t?