This morning as you walked out the door
You told me not to worry anymore
You said you'd be back, and I believed you.
But as the hours passed on
I stared into a mirror
And saw a girl looking back at me.
Her eyes were cold,
And her lips seemed set in a permanent sneer.
You didn't text me today, you didn't call.
The last time we spoke you said that soon you'd be gone.
I told you to stop, I begged you to live.
You simply said you'd be better off dead.
Love you cruel, cruel thing
Come look at what you've done
I lose, and once again you've won
That stupid game called love