Come out come out wherever you are
Want to play a game
I will paint you perfect pictures
And put you on a pedestal of fame
I will build you up before I tear you down
Provide the gimmicks, tips, and sly tricks
until it comes for you and circles back around
come on whats wrong I mean all I said
Your crazy, irrational and fucked in the head
maybe I can save you from what you think you misread
I gave you my word and shared my bed
That was the game, to misguide and cause pain
for my own intentions and ego gain
You sit and suffer in silence and wonder
I move on to new players, same rules just rougher
Come on come on want to replay the game
Im on a new level, and will manipulate you the same
Smoke and mirrors
Ill tell you its love, to drown you & disappear
...
Ready to play your game?
- Author: 93tmarie ( Offline)
- Published: September 29th, 2020 16:36
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 9
Comments1
A wonderful expression of how heartbreak can lead to tainted expressions of love and falseness.
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