The Game

I am trying to play the game to be the one in control to learn from my mistakes and not make the same ones as before I went out with one on Friday but then let him take me home OK I guess I lost that one he seemed to be the one in control I felt bad about my actions facing another the next day blindly he's holding me tight sensing something different inside The next day came and I went out again pretending as if I knew what to do there he sat watching us looking so sad I was caught and felt like a fool I have been the one in his shoes looking on hurt wondering what to do I felt so guilty but had to continue on chalk one up for me I think I won this round The weekend has passed and I'm glad it is gone burning a candle from both ends takes work I guess my conscience is what is hurt the most because being true blue is really who I am I'm playing this game testing my knowledge teaching the lessons that I have already learned only this time I decided to switch the roles to be the one not crying but making my next move the only problem is I don't have it in me wasting energy trying to keep it all straight skimming the surface and missing what really counts I guess instead of playing, I am really getting played out Written December 10th, 2001 © on Dec 10 2001 02:21 AM PST   18 • 0 • 8