Do I continue to let you play these games?
Should I stop you?

Why do you play these games with me like this?
You are the creator
Only you know what you're doing
And I,
I'm just a little pawn in your game.

You say one thing and mean another.
You're actions leave me guessing.
You're words,
They're like paper cuts on scarred skin
And your eyes,
They're the salt and lemon.

What will become of me if I should stay?