Here I am, waiting for them,
waiting to play this game again.
Waiting to be tricked or treated.
Just waiting to fall for it all again.
Cause all I can do is play into their hand.
Maybe they're out, somewhere out there,
forgetting about me while in someone's bed.
I tried to leave, I tried to forget,
but the worm on the hook is better again.
New face, new lies.
Almost... no. Every single time.
Here I am, waiting for them,
waiting for this game to end.
Some rope and a chair could solve the problem.
Here I am, waiting for them.
Just waiting for my life to end.
About the Creator
Antoine Parker
Just a guy getting by. Try to find time and write more because I enjoy how it makes me feel. Writing makes me want to be open to people. When I write, I am who I want to be and because of that Im comfortable being me.
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