By Makeshift
Anytime we play this game
it seems I'm riding on the bench
and sitting on the sidelines always chosen last
but come this time next year
you won't be seeing me again
but that's okay, it's not like you cared anyway
I told myself that this would be the last time
and I wouldn't cry, but I can't stand to live this lie
where you tare my heart apart
but to you it's just a game
until the tables turn, and it's happening to you
you're running in circles around me
and laughing all the way
well so here's my story whenever you and me
Down the road I see you walking heading right for me
but you turn your cheek, and pretend that you can't see me
and you go as far to say, "just why are you treating me so cold?
what have I ever done to see this side of you?"
I'm getting so sick and tired
of all these stupid games we play
well so here's my story whenever you and me
I'm getting so sick and tired
of you running these circles around me
I'm done with all these stupid games
