You're playing your game,
I'm living on my fame.
You're acting the indifferent,
I'm no Indian living in a tent.
You're not telling me all,
I no longer hear your call.
You're hiding things from me,
I am not a fool, I can see!
You're use to getting your own way,
I am use to having my own say.
You're too smart for your own good,
I would leave you if I really could.
You're fighting the love you feel,
I am like a top or a spinning wheel.
You're claiming you are all heart,
So why do you try to keep us apart?
Brenda A. Ysaguirre
Copyright 2008 Brenda A. Ysaguirre
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