games have been played
many hearts broken
you make a decision
somthing you regret
why is the one you always want
is the one with the knife
slicing
stabbing
rippin you up inside
you give the heart
in return theres pain
noone sees
none cares
how bad it hurt inside
all they know is that your there
the numbness creeps over
the blood pools at the feet
lifeless existing soul
begging for attention
that has drained away
to pool below
