14. August 2015
_______________________________________Playing cruel games
I made the rules,
You had the tools,
I tried really hard to fix things,
But I was a puppet and you cut the strings.I wanted to repair, you wanted a new game,
You kicked me out, so you are to blame,
And now we are two, not one anymore,
I can't help but wonder, if that's what you wanted to score.You wanted it perfect, wanted it pretty,
I wanted it repaired, but I ain't need pity,
Because ways cross and ways part,
But your sneak out wasn't smart,
Now I have the upper hand,
Over my life, my game, my land.I am watching you with an eagle's eye,
Until you want me back, but I'll be up in the sky.
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