The Game

You're hurting me, I keep letting you, over and over again
In this masochistic game we play, I wager my heart, you always win
Giving what I can't live without, yet you don't care that I share
You take it and break it but with yours you fake it
Daily treating mine with scorn
I simply band aid the pieces that have been torn
Don't know why I keep letting you hold
What you don't cherish and leave out in the cold

Submissive master of my own disaster
This cycle is happening faster and faster
Somehow I believe I deserve the pain
Because I keep coming back again and again
Can't stop wanting what doesn't want me in return
Damn, I keep letting myself get burned

O Hell, now here we go again
With me just letting you win
Why won't I stop playing this painful game
When our situationship has been given no name

In my mind, it just takes time
For you to give me what should already be mine
I love you
You could love me, but you won't let me in
So I stay, so easily convinced by men
Who say the next time around will be my turn to win

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