It's the oldest cliche in the book
Using these words seem to make sense somehow
I'm trying to explain something unexplainable
I'm trying to to make you understand a feeling only I felt
It seems I can't have my cake and eat it too, that I must give this up
It's not you
Honestly, it's me
This is all my fault. I've let it go on too long
How do I stop myself from being selfish. I play this game with you like you're not real
It's cat and mouse and you'll always lose
Still I sit here and pull you back in. This hurts me more than it does you I tell myself
Lying here in your arms knowing I am just leading you on
What does that make me
A trickster
My need for this sick game to continue forces my hand
Keeps my feet planted in place
The sickly sweet smile cemented on my face
Why do you fall for my tricks
This is all your fault. You should've known better
I'm going to leave you now
It wasn't you
It's me
I'm hurting too
There is no one victim is this game of love
