The crying game by Tanya Stanford

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The crying game

I’m sick to death of playing this game
When it’s always me left crying again
I’m sick of all the hurt and pain
How will my life ever be the same

You keep messing with my mind
Telling me a better girl in me you’ll never find
You keep telling me I make you happier then you have ever been
And that she is so mean

You have chosen to be with her
But you keep telling me that it’s me you prefer.
She slept around and cheated on you
But yet you have chosen to take her back and be her fool

She is still messing with your mind
Sending him love messages all the time.
Innocent in this we still remain
But I know she can’t say the same.

Tanya Stanford

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Cordell Rich (8/31/2008 1:21:00 AM)
Aaahhh, so something did happen to make you look for HOPE

Katherine Ng Li Hoon (8/29/2008 11:37:00 PM)
Tanya if this is about your true story give up on him let him go and forget him with time!

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