He gave his heart to someone who treated his love like a game and now he is left trying to understand how she could walk away so easily after twisting his emotions so many times. He still feels the weight of every moment she bent him out of shape and then left him bleeding for answers he never got. He is not healed yet and each day becomes another step through the pain she left behind. He tries to piece together the broken parts of himself while she goes on as if none of it mattered. He questions whether anything she said or did was real or just another move in a game she enjoyed playing. He knows he did everything right while she treated his heart like something disposable. He is slowly learning to stand again even though the hurt still lingers in every thought and every memory. He is determined to rebuild himself and refuses to let her cruelty define the rest of his life. One day when he is whole again he will walk her way and show her that she never truly broke him.
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Lyrics
Was it All a Game
You came along was here for a while
Hung around, took my heart like it was yours
You played with it and bent it out of shape
And put it back together again (ah hah)
This went on and on, so many times
Then one day when you knew I was yours
You packed your things and walked out the door
Left me here, heart bleeding for your love (why, why, why)
Was it all a game, just to show you could
You left me in pieces, tattered and torn
Is this what women do these days (I wanna know)
Is this some sort of sick game, I wanna know (why, why, why)
[Instrumental 15 sec]
Well, I am now left trying to pick myself up off the floor
Trying to piece my broken heart back together again
But you didn’t care about what you had done
Some kind of sick game, is this what you call fun (why, why, why)
Was it all a game, just to show you could
You left me in pieces, tattered and torn
Is this what women do these days (I wanna know)
Is this some sort of sick game, I wanna know
Each day now, I struggle to find my way
While you go your merry way
I pity the guy your with now, he will end up like me
Tattered and torn and you will go on and play again (why, why, why)
Was it all a game, just to show you could
You left me in pieces, tattered and torn
Is this what women do these days (I wanna know)
Is this some sort of sick game, I wanna know (why, why, why)
[Instrumental 15 sec]
One day when I am back together, I will come your way
Show you that I am strong again and you did not break me
Just so you know, that I am over you
Because inside I know, I done you right and you were so wrong
Was it all a game, just to show you could
You left me in pieces, tattered and torn
Is this what women do these days (I wanna know)
Is this some sort of sick game, I wanna know (why, why, why)
One day when I am back together, I will come your way
Show you that I am strong again and you did not break me
Just so you know, that I am over you
Because inside I know, I done you right and you were so wrong
Oh-oh, whoa-oh oh-oh, whoa-oh
I will survive, oh-yeah, I will go on, oh-yeah ah hah
Keywords
heart to someone, walk away easily, weight of every moment, bleeding for answers, not healed yet, broken parts, disposable heart, slowly learning to stand, hurt still lingers, rebuild himself, stand again, whole again, never truly broke, damage he endured, strength will return
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