You play me.
You mess with, My mind, My body, And even worse my heart.
You tell me:
"I love you",
"I always have",
"but, 'I never knew how to tell you'".
When in reality,
You're afraid to lose, Me, And my body,
To someone who truly cares.
So you continue, To mess with my mind, And my heart.
And you continue to try and trap me,
And make me feel something,
That's not even truly there.
Something, That was never there.
You continue to make me feel like a fool.
But you love me right?
So it's okay.
It's okay, That you continue to,