I am really tired and I just can’t sleep
I want to be in my bed
Dreaming deep, not of you
But I rise, sadness painted on my lonely face
I have one burning, painful question
Before my head hits the pillow
Before I retire for the evening
Was it a game to you?
I can’t shake you.
I try so hard it’s painful.
It’s been years since I’ve seen you
Since we talked face to face
But before I sleep,
Answer me this
Was it all just a game to you?
Was I just a pawn in your twisted chess set
Did you ever care at all?