Rhythm swallows me,
engulfs my senses
rids me of responsibility.
This is not me…
I don’t know who I am -
but it is not this.
I won’t ever find satisfaction
in a strangers kiss.
I’m finished with crying
for anyone.
I played love, like a game
for fun.
I’m finished now,
I’m done.
Love is not a game,
if he hangs on hope
and wishes you felt the same.
Its just cruel,
when I hold all the cards,
and make up the rules…