GAME OVER

He offered to play a game

Didn't know it'd be such pain.

He toyed with my mind

And, though it was out of line,

I couldn't bring myself to stop him,

Couldn't bring myself to try.

A large dose of manipulation,

Nothing but complete frustration.

But the game had been ignited,

And to finish it was my dedication.

But the more I played, the more I was intertwined.

He latched onto me like an ever growing vine.

Insanity became sane and

The difference between real and unreal was nothing but a thin line

The pain I felt was brutal

Escaping would be futile

He wrapped me around his finger

It's my fault, I chose to linger.

My soul had been offended.

I don't know if he comprehended,

But my heart was under attack

And my sole duty was to defend it.

I wish he could've warned me about the game he chose to play

I would've denied it, chose to walk the other way

But all I saw was his beauty

And really, it was envy.

He desired my happiness

And to replace it with dreary.

He made me forget myself.

Forget how beautiful I felt.

Ever since I pushed START,

I've been a flower that weeps and wilts.

You can continue to play this game, but consider this a warning:

One day I will beat you

Either that, or this game will bore me.

Take it how you will, but at the end of the day

The controller will be put down

And I will up and walk away.

No more accusations

Or the need for interrogations.

No more queen to queen comparisons,

Or stood up and sent off embarrassments.

See, the more I play,

The more I see that I am sublime

And the game that we're playing,

It just isn't worth my time.

Whether I defeat you or quit,

I hope you understand

That in the end,

IT'S ME. I WIN.