The Game of Love Is a Treacherous One by Aurora Newcomb
My heart is an empty shell
And my beat only excels
When I hear about your choice
When you decide to use that voice
To say everything is ok
But I know what you'll really say
And as the tears spill down my face
You seem to enjoy the taste
My misery and my pain
Seems just like a game
You love to win
Leaving me like an empty tin
I hate to admit
Your infection forces me to submit
It forces me to succumb
To the pain that makes me go numb
It tells us who we are
And how the pain will go far
But you never cared
And you never wanted to share
My fragile and delicate heart
Just wants to tear apart
But things go wrong
And my heart won't beat for long.
