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why am i feeling this way
why do i say what i say
do what i do
fully knowing what will become of it at the end of the day
why do people play the games that they play
so unpredictable and not sincere in their ways
tricky tricky flaky and finicky
wishy washy and twisted as it is
i continue to ask for more
blaming myself for allowing to be played with like a toy
boys will be boys
step on you, piss and - on your feelings
and have the audacity to say they had good intentions
my eyes see and my ears listen
i am wise to the lies they be spitting
been through it many a time
know the game and how to play
so why is it i refuse to throw my cards in and walk away
attracted to the drama and suspense
ignoring my gut intuition and common sense
i go along for the ride without strapping myself in
repeatedly again and again
so i ask the question that keeps reappearing
"why am i feeling this way"
stuck between a rock and a hard place
confused when i know what decision to make
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