Play me – I’m your violin
Softly crying for my sin
Addicted to you I may be
But I’m not blind I still can see
I’m being played – That’s my deduction
And madly caught in your seduction
My free will abandons me
When I think of what could be
I feel you pull close, then push away
Conflicted, we’ve nothing to say
I’ll wait for us to begin
Finish the start, and try again
Both unsure and easily pissed
Imagine opportunities missed
I want so much to be your lady
So why must you always be shady?