Love can be broken and hearts can be abused, but even you cant say there’s nothing between me and you Because violets are blue and roses are red I’ll lay my head besides yours till the day I am found dead Sticks and stones can break my bones But words can also hurt me I know I wear my scars with pride But that doesn’t mean I don’t hurt inside You say you’ll be there when I fall Truth is, you’re not here at all Some times the little things in life matter More than the game itself And when you read this poem You won’t realize it’s about you You can’t read between the lines And figure out how I feel So how’s it feel to wake up alone Without me by your side? I finally realized you played me like Charades, Pretending to be my Mr. Right Maybe I noticed late, But as they say, late is better than never For once I’m hating the player Not the game ‘Cuz life’s not to blame When the player is the one to hate