To you its a game... And that I get. There are many in this world who like to play games. But what I don't get is I asked you not to do it with me. I wasn't up for games. You made me feel comfortable and found a weakness in my fortress and I opened up to you. You said you were different, you gave me everything and became my everything.
Then after sometime, you remembered your game and began to change. The lies, the deceit, the problems you said you had with me and I believed you. I believed you because for a while you actually made me feel on top of the world. I couldn't understand how you could just stop loving me and so I started to assume it was my fault. I had forgotten about your game, to be honest, I didn't think anyone could pretend for as long as you did so I thought that all you said was real.
You made me think I wasn't good enough.
All for a damn game. You made me feel like shit!
But I remember now,
Its not my fault.
I was never to blame.
You're just a fucking ass for not knowing where to draw the line and I hope you rot.
