Play It Back

July 16, 2008
Cut my hand on broken glass.
Fear the one who loved me last.
Play your game just for a kiss,
For a chance to hit-and-miss.
What am I living for?
Only what I can't ignore?
See yourself through my eyes,
Listen to your petty lies.
You poor creature,
Look at what have you done.
Can this be what you've become?
Life can feel so wrong
When I've known you all along.

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