They want me to open up
they say I must not care
When I pry and share what is inside
they take everything thats there

Sorry Im not possessive
jealous and overbearing
Sorry these transgressions
would make you think such a thing

If these are the men youre used to
I can not play the part
I see through right to the truth
in whats left of my heart

None of which is love
your perceptions are skewed
you lost me in the rear view
I am still on the move

Its all part of a game
that I can no longer play
I no longer have the pieces
stolen along the way.

Await anothers chase
  Im abandoning this race.
I will not be laid to waste
  by just a pretty face.