Played Poem by Jeanette Matthews

Sometimes I ask myself what am I doing all over again
I'm constantly yearning for your love, your touch wishing I wasn't a friend
As why......why....... why did it have to come to this
And its the little things about you that I tend to miss
Like Goodmorning baby, I miss you and I love you too
Now I'm lonely, stuck wondering what am I going to do
How can I ever feel the way you make me feel
Just tell me how am I to know whats fake or what real
Don't give me that stop making everything a big deal
Because if you wouldn't have played me like you did I wouldn't feel the way I feel.
And I ask myself what am I doing... blaming you I see
But its not entirely your fault, yeah some of this is on me
I allowed you to touch and talk to me the way that you do
Just like I allowed my heart to fall deeply in love with you
Whoever said love don't mean any harm
Must of meet someone of absolute charm
Love played me like a song thats been played too many times before
Just tell me how in the world could I sit there and get played some more