You think you control the game.
I laugh at your belief;
It may have been that way last year
To some
degree.
I snicker; you say you lack confidence
When all I’ve seen you do,
Act….
You’re the predator, we the prey.
I’m not overt when I play my hand,
It’s silent, it’s sly.
You believe that I am the one falling for the seduction once
again.
Oh dear, I believe you’ve got the roles wrong.
They’ve
been reversed.
You just
didn’t know it.
You say women are mental,
Tell me
about the issues.
We’re all mental.
There is no normal.
I’m cracking a grin; what is it you used to say, about the
chase?
I only play when I want to,
But me, I quit chasing when my heart had been broken.
