This Game

 

 

This won’t be easy

This won’t be fun

By the time this game is done

   we'll hate each other

Because I'm the type to run

And

You're the type to chase

 

Until the mouse gives in to an undeniable fate

You won't try to eat me

I won't pretend the fear matters anymore

We'll lie and call it love

Because there is no proper word left

To descried the disgust, mistrust,

Obvious hatred that is left to exists

Between our souls

 

This won’t be easy

This won’t be fun

By the time this game is done

   we'll hate each other

Because I'm the type to run

And

You're the type to chase

 

Author's Note

Cp. 1:40PM Wen 07/09/08 'Tanto & Dime' JD Natasha lonely, a thought, here, guilty dirty i hate this feeling (Typed, House)