The Game

Every time I think you won't leave me, but in the end, I'm the lonely one. Every day I hope you'll come for me, but in the end, you forget about me

I know you have so many things to do, bigger problems than me. So it's all my problems, my dreams, and my pleasure.

All I want is you, but you can't handle me. You know it better than I do, you knew it from the beginning.

I'm the problem, and the problem is myself. 

Every time I believe you won't leave me, but in the end, I'm the one left feeling lonely and blue.

Every day I hold onto hope that you'll come for me, but it seems like you've forgotten all about me too.

I know you've got a lot on your plate, with bigger problems to face and things to do.

But it feels like all my problems, dreams, and pleasures are just left for me to pursue.

All I ever wanted was you by my side, but it seems like you can't handle the love I provide.

You knew it all along, that this would be a bumpy ride.

I find myself questioning if I'm the problem, if I'm the one to blame.

But deep down, I know it's just a game.