Some days I want to play your game
you drew me in – won fair and square
Later I duck my head in shame
you won with promises of air
Some days I tease and draw you out
I’m messed up in my head;
Lust is just a front for doubt,
I can’t be held to what I said
Some days I want to be your friend
-don’t think this is a romance tale
But will the f-word mean the end,
is this all a friendship fail?
Some days I think that this is love
but if you left I wouldn’t cry;
Most days I just rise above
the mess you left, not asking why.
Some days I’m weak and I give in
One day I’ll fight, and stop falling to sin.