Same old gameYou have a different face, and you have a different name. You stay in a different place, but you play the same old game. I am not here for you to enjoy, I know how to be a human being. You cannot treat me like a toy, who'll bow at a pull of a string. I try to be the person you prefer, although it kills me a little inside. There's a limit to what I can offer, yet you demand more than I can provide. Believe in me, at least for once, I'm so much more than you expect. Don't blow up this last chance, all I ask is for a little respect. I want somebody to hold and care, not someone who only wants to talk. A sunset with whom I could share, and quietly hand in hand I could walk. When you don't have any excuse, you find some one else to blame. Who do you think you can amuse, while you play the same old game. |