Tugging on a rope with no visible end,
Playing this stupid game like children, like friends.
You're pulling me into a puddle of mud,
Making me believe that this flower might bud.
The burns are incurable, the rash from the rope,
The burns on the hands that once held some hope.
But the hope has gone and I have gone numb,
Fell into your trap, I have been so dumb.
I want to escape, don't wanna play anymore
But still I hold on, in this love tug of war