I'm tired of these games we play;
This hypocrytic mess
The juvenile delinquency.
I thought perhaps we'd work it out,
Make it ok- forget the past.
We dodge the truth, hide behind lies
And simply ignore when it suits us.
I'm tired of waiting- tired of wishing-
Tired of guessing what's in your mind.
Why should I need to guess?
Why can't you just tell me how you feel?
What you think?
Why you are the way you are?
Honesty is lacking here.
If this is how it's got to be,
Just playing with my mind,
Just toying with my fragile heart,
If this is how it's got to be
With us playing these games,
Well, I can't do it anymore.
I'm sorry, but,