The Game

So you don't believe in love. So what are you doing here. Why are we having this conversation. Do you do this for your own sick, twisted pleasure. Am I just here to amuse you. Like a puppet coming on your command. Do as you say. Well, now the tables have turned. You play me as if I were a harp. I will do it no more. You are fighting for nothing. So tell me, if there is no such thing as love, then why isn't everyone killing everyone else. Why won't you hit me. Why do we give each other our solemn vow. Let me guess, to add on to the effect to this little game your playing. I thought you had some love, but you close yourself. You are to blind to see what is right in front of you. I gave you the world, and you took it and ran.  Well I'm playing your game, and guess what....                                               Checkmate....                                                           You just lost! Written April 17th, 2002 © on Apr 17 2002 10:02 AM PST   0 • 1