The Player

I don’t understand how I even try, especially when the only thing I ask is “Why?”

Did you play with me as if I were a puppet in some game?

Or did I mean anything to you at all?

You give truth to the phrase “All men are the same”

And one day, I pray, that your pride will meet its downfall

For nobody deserves this… your selfishness.

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