The Game

Current mood: curious
Category: Writing and Poetry


When will we stop playing games and make it plain
When will I be able to talk to you and tell the truth
I know we're both scared to be the fool but one day soon
I know I cannot hold this secret but for a minute
Who cares what we say except for us anyway
Who cares about me and you except - well - I do
I don't know if you give a shit but I wish you did
I don't know if you even care but I know I care
Why do you hardly call ever at all
Why do you stay away every day
Don't you know time is short before we leave our ports
Don't you know every minute counts before we get up and out
All I can do is make it plain this ain't no game
All I can do is tell the truth, I truly do - care for you - wish to - be with you