MIND GAMES

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
Would you kindly stop playing with my head?

Submitted: September 01, 2019

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Would you kindly stop fucking with my head?

 

Playing my mind like a Playstation, with all these mind games.

 

Covered in alcohol, flick your BIC and banish me to the flames,

 

Why you always gotta be like this? I just want to make you happy.

 

You’re winning the PSYWAR, yet you’re not saying anything at all,

 

All my texts and calls stamped return to sender, I’m losing my composure.

 

Got me combing through our past messages, trying to get some closure,

 

I can’t apologize for what I did, if you won’t tell me what you’re pissed about.

 

Surgically slice my ACL when I get too tall, can’t stand like that so I fall,

 

Back down to Earth, face down on the floor at your feet, in my rightful place.

 

Walking on eggshells in my own home, if one breaks, your anger will displace,

 

You’ll apologize and start crying, an Oscar winning performance with crocodile tears.

 

You build me up with sweet whispers in my ears, so I'll do your bidding,

 

And in the same breath, you’ll tear me apart, savagely, limb from limb.

 

You say one thing then deny it in the same minute, is it early onset alzhimers?

 

Or are you just a fucking liar, making edits so that my head keeps spinning?

 

You got me paranoid as fuck, I strain my neck looking over my shoulder,

 

Anticipating anyone’s abuse, cause I don’t know who I’m supposed to trust.

 

Why do you say that you love me, and then say that I should commit suicide?

 

Why do you say that you care about me, then ignore me when I reach out?

 

With that X-Ray vision, you drew target mark in blood, on all my weak points,

 

Then you become an expert marksman, turning my body into swiss cheese.

 

Why’s it all or nothing with you? You never give me time to think it over,

 

Why the hell are you so unstable, when I’m the one with the brain disease?

 

Well maybe I’m a fucking masochist, cause I sleep next to a shadow of despair,

 

Too lonely and too dependant to be without you, no one else could ever love me.

 

Why are you never fucking happy? I push myself to the perfect man that you want,

 

But it’s never enough for you and it never will be, I’m too emotional, I’m too fucked up.

 

I can’t stop spending my money on you, I keep on going out of my way to please you,

 

I’m a different person, caution locked in the basement, I regress into your slave.

 

Cause if I can’t do anything for you, I know you’ll leave me lonely and suicidal,

 

I don’t wanna stay here, I don’t wanna leave, either way I’m digging my own gave.

 

Why do you say that you love me, and then say that I should commit suicide?

 

Why do you say that you care about me, then ignore me when I reach out?

 

Why’s it all or nothing with you? You never give me time to think it over,

 

Why the hell are you so unstable, when I’m the one with the brain disease?

 

Would you kindly stop fucking with my head?

 

Playing my mind like a Playstation, with all these mind games.

 

Covered in alcohol, flick your BIC and banish me to the flames,

 

Why you always gotta be like this? I just want to make you happy.

 


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