It’s all just a game
This is something I now know
Power over another
Is this a game of telephone?
You sent your message down the wire
Knowing that you were a liar
But my mind was too young & naïve
And the words that I received
Were jumbled
And like a football being fumbled
You we’re careless with my heart
I was slowly falling apart
But all you cared about was the score
But life is meant for so much more
So I forfeited, I left the game
And to you, I'm just a name.
Nov 11, 2011
Nov 11, 2011 at 7:48 PM UTC
It’s all just a game
This is something I now know
Power over another
Is this a game of telephone?
You sent your message down the wire
Knowing that you were a liar
But my mind was too young & naïve
And the words that I received
Were jumbled
And like a football being fumbled
You we’re careless with my heart
I was slowly falling apart
But all you cared about was the score
But life is meant for so much more
So I forfeited, I left the game
And to you, I'm just a name.