The Game
Hate the players, hate the game,yet you played me all the same.
Tried to be with you,
had to change you.
The world doesn't need
more like you.
Held you on a pedestal
but you never met the mark.
That's the game love plays on us,
patient and kind but never jealous.
Not supposed to take offense,
but you bring it out in me.
I am boastful, conceited, rude
and selfish with you.
I play the hand I'm dealt
when it comes to you.
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