Dec 20, 2004 22:47
Game Over
Aight look, i understand your stressed
i understand the fact that your depressed
but the fact that you take it out on me
nah, thats got to go...you gotta stop and see
You aint alone in this, it dont just affect you
Think about me...think about your baby boo
See, to you, this all just a game...but no
not today...homie dont play
You gotta get your priorities straight
cause im not tryin to be jsut extra weight
im not tryin to be whats pulling you down
cuz you pulled my smile right into a frown
and i really dont think that its fair
after you told me that you really did care
I ask you whats wrong...but you push me away
Leaving me to play your game just one more day
But im sick of it...and i cant take it anymore
I feel like your playing me like a lil whore
Nah...this games over...the whistle blew
times out...game over and i still dont gotta clue
But i see you dont wanna talk to me so im done
games over and i guess nobody won
you know who you are