the game

who plays who
your hesitation and my confusion has led to mental indigestion.
who are you to force your way into my heart claiming i am "your angel in disguise"
and now you tell me I'm not your type... you like em small, long haired, and dark skinned.
hello john smith i ain't no Pocahontas.

who's really played who here
you would say me but id definitely say you.
though this much i know is true... your words and fancy lullaby's no longer carry a tune. 
im onto you


-DB

good with words

you told me many things

you said you cared about me that you constantly thought of me.

you were good with "words" but those very words you professed had stopped

and silence took its place. 

your calls grew fewer

your visits even less

i cant help but think we played a game.

a game i could never win.
my instincts i ignored and for that i am partially to blame.

i only wish i knew what changed 
tbc

-DB

'04