So this is how <br /> you want it <br /> <br />The things you tell <br /> yourself at night <br /> <br />Well I wont play <br /> this game <br /> <br />Wont fit this role <br /> <br />Your little liar <br />Your fatal rose <br /> <br />You play <br /> the victim <br />of imagined crimes <br /> <br />Showing me <br /> the tattoo of a cut <br /> on your heart <br /> <br />Open your eyes <br /> and focus <br /> <br />Just because you <br /> fake a pain <br />you can't feel <br /> <br />Doesn't give you <br /> the right <br />to amuse yourself <br /> with deadly games <br /> <br />And as twisted <br /> as I know you can be <br />I still love you <br /> <br />But I never pretended <br /> I wasn't damaged<br /><br />Lynzi Berner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/damaged-6/
