I will never love again were the words that I used to convince myself
That a heart that loves to love would better off if the feelings went to no one else
Those player-isms, with concentrations on just “physical thangs”
Would satisfy the insatiable fire that ignites the flames
That burns endlessly while my feelings try to hide
The great pretender suppressing my love inside as if part of me died
Seeming that the harder I tried the more to me I lied and found myself open
Trying to convince myself that it was all for a high but found my heart eloping
With my heart you ran away placing the blame on me when you know the truth
With falsifications and lies the bond I felt was unraveled, severed and torn a loose
With my heart pounding from a high coming down
In my ears was a heart beating sound but then I found
That I suddenly understood Smokey’s tears of a clown
As the pupils of my eyes started to drown my face altered with a heartache frown
All I could hear was the voices of those who told me I was a fool to play in your web
Maybe they were right but me being cool I played the game instead

The game of love is beautiful when it begins but hell when it ends
It can make enemies into lovers and make enemies of friends
This situation seems to have no win even when I’ve given and took
One more than the other depending on which observer has the last look
But at the plate I know I swung as hard as I could gritted my teeth and growled
What a connection as the bat created this explosion it was going, going damn! a foul
Do I swing again and again have I lost my nerve just once again played the part
This time I’ll win I’ll win! Is this what I deserve? Such damage to my heart
1,2,3, breathe, 4,5,6, breathe please just ease the pain that makes me seize
5,4,3, the love I need paralyzed me and left me to bleed
The anger, the hurt the sorrow beckons for smiles to shower with tears for pain
Feeling alone in a crowd that no longer screams my name but still I played the game