Each passing day, I'd worry for you. Wondering are you okay, and if I could help you. But you'd string me along, I'd always attempt to reach for you. But you'd only play games, continually teasing me. You never gave it a shot, never taking me seriously.

And it always hurts, those tricks you'd play on me. Each worse than the first, left little scars all along me. Harming my will to help any of the others, because all you'd ever do is play me so hard. All those things you'd say, they were all just lies weren't they. You'd never say your truth, enjoying the play. Each lie you'd say pierced through me like a shining blade. Yet you'd still play the victim, always saying that you were my victim.

Continuing to trip me, yet you'd never know you're doing it. After all it's your nature, it's clear I need to mature. So maybe these games you'd play, were just your twisted way to say that I'm always too trusting, simply way too naive. However, I could see through your guise, that consistent act. Those deceptions and lies, that you truly care for me. It seemed I was only an annoyance to you, so shall I just leave with not another word.

Yet it always still hurts, these cruel tricks you play on me. Each always worse than the first, leaving deep cuts all along me. Harming my desire to assist anyone else, because you'd never stop your smoke and mirrors, never stopping your play. And all those things you'd say, they were all truly lies, weren't they. Each shot a hole deep in my heart, a shockwave of a bomb. And yet you'd remain, and you'd always claim of being the victim, why was it always you who was the victim?

But I'd forever hold on, never able to let go. In the guilt and fear, that you'd hurt yourself because of me. So, I still stay by your side always. Despite all the harm, your nature causes me. I'm still hanging on, in fear of the repercussions. Always worrying that if I ever dare to leave, you'd feel to blame for my stupidity. Hopefully one of these days, we can put a stop to all those games you'd play.