Game Over
Am I just a pawn in your plan? Nothing more than just a mere toy What do I mean to you? Anything? Why do you toss me around? Why do you treat me like this? You said I deserved better I thought you meant yourself Pain, distress, dismal, depressed Am I just a loser? Well, here I am It’s all inside me All the pain All the torment Everything you said I should try and get passed Well how do I pass you? Tell me Tell me who to be Tell me what to do Tell me how to ascend Tell me how to live These reflections are fading Everything is going black Tell me now Please don’t lie Please don’t act like I am a pawn This isn’t a game I’m sick and tired of being your little play toy But what can I do? I am of no importance Why would you care if I died? Your game would be ended But there are others for your game You will just move on So here is where it ends So this is where my salvation is over Well be that so Game over... You winone of the poems my boyfriend, Eric wrote Written January 5th, 2002 © on Jan 05 2002 10:48 AM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"Am I just a pawn in your plan?..."