R6 you give me my fix
For combat and tactics
If a teammate is a ****
I can **** them; that's a perk
Spawnpeeks and roamers plague the game
Some use it to gain fame

R6 you give me my fix
but I waste my money on cosmetics
If my teammates are good
I wont **** them like I otherwise would
Rushers and breachers push super hard
but through all of this I disregard

and play on

I see the way you look at her and laugh
inside jokes and all
even if your just friends it hurts
cuz' you just don't do that with me  
I see how angry you get with me,say you're on the game or napping or busy
I know you just don't want to speak with me
2 hours on R6
a whole night left on read
the promises you made often lie dead
I see when you'll talk to everyone except me
even my own best friend catch up to her in the hall way and flick her head
walk and joke
I just want to be dead
I'm glad you're friends
but I feel like this is the beginning of the end  
I see the "cousins" on your phone and wonder if  that's what they are
the love you once gave freely
for just a taste I must beg
late nights on calls
now spent crying in bed
but we're still together
and its ******* with my head
I try to talk or help you explain
but you tell me there's nothing
going on in your brain
almost all intimacy and affections
seems to be rebuffed
so still I must wonder
will I ever be enough