Games

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    Ironically not about my boyfriend.

    Games

    I'm getting sick of this
    This back and forth
    And on and off
    And am I just a tool to you?
    Just a bookmark
    Or a placeholder in your heart?
    Waiting for the right one
    To take you away
    To save you the way we know I can't?
    I'm sick of this
    You're silly little love games
    What am I doing here?
    And do you really care?
    Do you love me?
    And why won't you call me back?
    I know you think I'm
    Just some little girl,
    Just a child in the grown world
    But I'm older than you think I am.
    Older in my mind than you may ever be.
    I'm not a child,
    Not a chew toy,
    Just a person with a heart.
    So I'm sick of this
    You're annoying indeciseveness
    So I guess I'm going
    Far away from here.
    Gonna grow up without you,
    or your fucked up heart games.

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