Player

You played the game one I had always won but this time you lit- gassed exposed and I'm done like a ticking time bomb waiting for the appropriate moment- when all is calm, comfortable- believable like the lies that roll off your tongue. You're sweet talk stinging- venom clenched- erupt out of the blue and once there's any sense of emotions any sort of attachment you're gone like the wind beneath my fingers and the water in a stream you're so lost without your compass claiming to be stuck between but in the end you'll lose cause I'm already walking above and those lies will catch you, with no where to run and no one to lie to because when you keep repeating you'll trip over your words and have no one to turn to all cause you thought you won