He listens and watches, waits and has patience.
She is hit with a bat, he breaks her sun, he swears at her name, he doesnt have time to wave goodbye.
((Letting the ‘good’ times roll))
Hes kicking dirt in her face like a child would, and shes reacting like a woman would.
Play with my emotions, build me up and break me down, wear out old this been won heart. There must be a blinky sign flashing over her, calling the winners in. Gamble till the machine is broken, what else would you do with your gold?
Wear it pretty and share it with everyone else?
Somehow they think a game is worth playing till the very end, but its the scores you receive that matter. Play right.
Pick me up off this floor and leave me be.
Let me heal and let me see. Rocks to your face, as i kiss you better.
If its not crazy, its not worth it.
Call me mentally insane.
Send me back to the playground so i can fit in. This grown heart cant take it anymore. ((Put me back in my overalls))
I cant tell if this is a tired tear or if im always letting you effect me this way, this hard.
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