Post by Elizabeth on Jul 29, 2006 9:49:04 GMT -5
Why do we play this game?
We know it won't work, that we'll just end up fighting
But we pretend anyway
We pretend to be friends, to enjoy each other's company
This game of charades has gone on too long
And at night I cry, wishing it was real
That you really cared, that we were really friends
I wonder if you do the same?
But I know you don't, because you're not like that
You're the puppet master, and I'm the puppet
But I'm tired of these strings, tired of being told what to do
I want to cut the strings, what to fly away and be free
I play anyway, I make-believe with you
The alternative is too painful, admitting I've lost you
So I build this imaginary friendship
And hope desperatly that you'll do the same
That you won't grow tired of this game, this frienship
That you won't decide to end it all
End what I have cried so many tears for
What I have sacrificed so much happiness for
All our friendship is is a compromise
One where you get much more than your share
Where you get the rights to manipulate my emotions
And I wish, for just once, that I didn't have to be the puppet
But I just push those thoughts out of my mind, and play make-believe
We know it won't work, that we'll just end up fighting
But we pretend anyway
We pretend to be friends, to enjoy each other's company
This game of charades has gone on too long
And at night I cry, wishing it was real
That you really cared, that we were really friends
I wonder if you do the same?
But I know you don't, because you're not like that
You're the puppet master, and I'm the puppet
But I'm tired of these strings, tired of being told what to do
I want to cut the strings, what to fly away and be free
I play anyway, I make-believe with you
The alternative is too painful, admitting I've lost you
So I build this imaginary friendship
And hope desperatly that you'll do the same
That you won't grow tired of this game, this frienship
That you won't decide to end it all
End what I have cried so many tears for
What I have sacrificed so much happiness for
All our friendship is is a compromise
One where you get much more than your share
Where you get the rights to manipulate my emotions
And I wish, for just once, that I didn't have to be the puppet
But I just push those thoughts out of my mind, and play make-believe
