Michelle Dickson

Denison, Texas
Michelle Dickson
Denison, Texas

*#* The Game We Play *#*

Rating: 2.6
I live in a world
full of anger and pain.
I live in a world
that has nothing to gain.

This world is nothing special
just a piece of rock you see.
So why is it
that I can't escape from thee.

Why is it
that you keep running thru my mind?
Why is it
that the thought of you keeps me up at night?

I see you flirting
with other girls.
I see you havin a blast.
But what I dont see
is why you're doing this to me.

I told you before
that I liked you.
I told you before
that I wanted something more.

I wanted to be more
than just friends.
I wanted to be more
than just another girl.

But you took that away from me
when you said that was something you couldnt do.
You couldnt care for me
as I care for you.

You were incapable,
you were a player,
and most of all,
you were the guy that took it all,
took all the hope that i had
for a better life;
took all the hope that i had
in finding Mr. Right.

People tell me,
again and again,
to find someone better.
Yet, no matter how hard I try
they never seem to measure up
to that one guy.
The one guy I'm still hopelessly waiting for.

I guess, you know how to play the game.
Monday, March 16, 2009

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