11-27-07

A Player

A player
You think you are
A player
You maybe
But what you can't see
The only one really hurt
By what you do, is you
Tears may be shed
And a heart or two may bleed
But as they move on
Finding love and happiness
You'll become a memory
A figment forgotten and gone
While you're still playing the game
From bar to bar
Wide and far
Acting the player
You think you are
And a player you may be
But what you can't see
The only one you're hurting
By what you do, is you
For you'll be the one left behind
Being no-more then a fleeting thought
With nothing to show
For the sex you sought
You'll be the one alone and lonely
Picking up the pieces left
From the game you played
Not liking the bed you made