pawn., by a rose by any other name would hurt just as bad. Subscribe to rss feed for a rose by any other name would hurt just as bad.

Maybe just maybe one day 
I could say I think that I am ready
To play your game 
But im tired now I’m on pause
Cause I can’t take anymore
I’ve been behind way to long
I want to catch up but I'm losing my turns
You’re rolling the die
Killing the fun, keeping it stern
I said I would try
But when you don’t give me a chance
What is expected of me?
It’s like giving me an ocean 
And telling me to search for air
It won’t happen, it can’t be done
It’s simply not fair!
Wait,
Tables are turned,
I’m finally getting my break
I'm skipping ahead
I'm putting everything at stake! 
I'm at the end, when I figured the dilemma
I've been fighting… me
Forcing myself to find air
Forcing something that’s not there,
All this time I wanted to beat you,
I thought you were the piece standing in my way
Causing the rules of this game to fray
But I wouldn’t let you go
Even though you were the downfall
Making me lose, making me slow,
It still wasn’t you I allowed myself to hold on
For what reason ill never know
I guess I'm still hurt you played me like a pawn.

Lol yeah I did mix allot of games together. Including di,
game board, pawns… ect, ect. Neways I like this I think
that it really works best with the way that I had felt.
I’m good now I know I have won the game!
Posted: 2008-02-27 16:30:49 UTC

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