Do not treat love as a game.
The goalposts changed a long time ago
when you really hurt me so
It was like you were pushing me to go
but then you would wind me in enough and show
a flicker of love and glimmer of hope
and then again you would flex your ego
I could have told you and let you know
all the time you were digging a hole
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