What i thought i had, was never really mine. It was all a mind game. Telling me you love me from time to time. I was really feeling you, you really had me going. Fussing and cussing, configuring on which way our relationship was really going. You told me i was your future wife, then turned around and slit those words up with a sharp ass knife. My presence is a privledge. I make time for who i want. Whenever you told me you missed me, i'd try to make it to you by dark. Lying beside you, was always a good feeling. Kissing and touching all over me, making me feel like a queen, with the world beneath me. You didn't have much to give, and i never asked for much. I just wanted a cute ass date night with only us. So i could just stare you down all night and admire what you had done for me. Ending the night off in your arms, making you feel so close to me. At this point, it will never be the same. Im sorry i couldnt keep up and enjoy playing your mind games.