You tell me you miss me, 

then I reply. 

You say that you’re sorry, 

oops, never mind. 

I know I still love you, 

all of the same. 

Do you love me too, 

or is it all just a game? 


You’re pulling at my heart,

then you just stop. 

You’re tearing me apart, 

soon I’ll just drop. 

I’ll be on the floor, 

my body lie lame, 

please baby no more, 

quit playing these games.


I thought you were done playing

so I got down on one knee. 

I pulled out a diamond ring, 

said “will you marry me?”

You always said you’d say I do

and you wanted my last name, 

but it wasn’t really true, 

just another game. 


Our life could have been great, 

full of such joy,

but now you’re too late 

to win back you’re ex-boy.

now there’s nothing left to see, 

nothing in the frame. 

Think where we could be

if you hadn’t played those games.