Saw you with her
how fast you are
the dust hadn't settled
the sheets weren't even cold
before you jumped in with her.

She'll never be me
maybe that's the point
maybe I was the mistake
she's must be the correction
or something to grab my attention?
The games you play
I have grown weary of them
I'm done indulging myself
in your scripted little plays
tired of getting the short end.
Don't push me away
then pull me back in
I am not a bloody yo-yo
for you to swing around
knowing I'll always be back
I am done bleeding
my wounds grown sore
I tire from all the running
trying to find a place to lay
I just need time to heal.