You come to me on a lonely night,
You look into my eyes,
you ask if you can have this dance,
i feel your presence against me,
i look away.
i am scared you won't like me,
But you persist,
you tell me how beautiful i am,
but i only resist,
i try to forsee the future,
could this love truely exist?
i want to believe it,
but i don't.
I know you're just playing me,
but i go on,
i do have fun with you,
we go on with our times,
you come over, we do our thing,
to me this is just fine,
i want to look at you as more,
but these feelings i know i must ignore,
so you insist on bringing me flowers?
Why, you fool, look at you!
Can't you see i'm in on your game?
One day i bring it up,
for i am through with this shame,
you tell me your madly in love with me,
as a tear scrolls down your cheek,
why didn't i notice?
the answer was bleek.
I've played the player,
or so i thought,
but now it looks different,
the game, it was not.
And now this bad reputation I have earned,
Oh my, how the tables have turned.