we all love to play, dont we? in purpose or not, we play all the time.
we play with our ego, with someone's heart, someone's pride, and our pride, till we lose.
how can you tell me you want me back when you are the one who let me go.
when you are the one who asked me to move on ?
and when i did, and seems to be happy with my life you come back and say the things im longing to hear 2 months ago?
but not now. not when im over you, not when im happy with someone new, not when im ready
to leave you.
dont you think its a tad bit late?
its funny and ironic, hes back when you dont want him anymore. how i wish he would say all the things he need to say yesterday..
