Our Game

A thoughtless game with impossible answers to cruel questions.
Questions that have no meaning.
Just you loving yourself
Making you feel important - better then me
That is what it always comes down to
You sitting on you're thrown looking down at everyone and everything.

And here I am throwing myself towards you
Wrapping my arms tightly around you
While I poor out my fears and my dreams
Thinking you will embrace me back,
With such a force that we fall into each other and make deserving love...
But I can't predict what you will say or do

So you sit there
Letting me love you
But never having any intention of loving me back.
What a horrible game your playing with me
What a foolish girl I am to let you do this to my heart
But I always come back for more.