The game

You keep your heart in your back pocket and your wallet on your sleeve
Cause we all know money talks and that our hearts take the back seat
No one wants to be the victim no one wants to be the crime
You have taken all that's left and left the rest to do the time

You think that I depend on you like fire needs gasoline
But my secrets would be safer in a tabloid magazine
You're just another failure a faulty product of this mess
You'll never be a hero I'm no damsel in destress

You think that you're the purpose you're the reason why I breathe
But you're also just another man who's tearing at the seams
You're not a saint your just a sinner
You will never be the winner
Mr. Uncommunicative what's your game?

I never thought you'd stoop that low I never thought you'd lie
But now I'm not that blind oh no I've finally seen the light
Now I see I'm not the issue but I'll never point the blame
Unless I point in the direction the direction of your name

It doesn't hurt to try a but of selfless humbleness
Instead of wallowing in thoughts and all your inrecovered mess
You've still got years ahead of you to rectify yourself
Instead you focus on the negative Im worried for your health

You think that you're the purpose you're the reason why I breathe
But you're also just another man who's tearing at the seams
You're not a saint your just a sinner
You will never be the winner
Mr. Uncommunicative what's your game?

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You think that you're the purpose you're the reason why I breathe
But you're also just another man who's tearing at the seams
You're not a saint your just a sinner
You will never be the winner
Mr. Uncommunicative what's your game?