tossed around like a used box of crayons

[cibageigy]

i don't wanna talk
about the things we've gone through
though it's hurting me
now it's history
i've played all my cards
and that's what you've done too
nothing more to say
no more ace to play

the winner takes it all
the loser standing small
beside the victory
that's her destiny...

i don't wanna talk
if it makes you feel sad
and i understand
you've come to shake my hand
i apologize
if it makes you feel bad
seeing me so tense
no self-confidence
but you see
the winner takes it all

i am full of angst that can only be taken out on a guitar. i will scream/sing my unhappiness tonight.