Really baby, she's just a friend!
I just want to date other people.
Everybody's heard them
Everybody's played them
Sure I'll respect you in the morning
Of course I still care, I'm just not ready
We all start down that road
That road that goes to hell
Our intentions are noble
It's our methods that don't work so well
I think I just need my space
Let's see if time apart can help
We all play these games
Harmless relationship games
No one really gets hurt,
Or do they?
How can I live without her?
My life means nothing without him.
Sharp silver cure
Drains hot red sorrow
Another loser has now been claimed
By the games people play.
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