Why do all of the players come my way? |
What have I done to make you believe that for you I'm just a toy When all I've ever wanted was a man not a boy What have I done to draw you in and allow you to make me feel that I could ever win I'm glad this is so much fun for you but my name is not Wednesday and I'm not just a screw What have I done to make you feel like I'm lonely that you're the answer for now, but not my one and only I was just fine here alone in my bubble Then you came along and I'm looking at trouble What have I done to deserve all this pain To have my heart tortured all over again What is it about me that makes you believe that I have no feelings and that I wouldn't grieve What it is about me that makes you take aim Is it you that's at fault, or am I the one to blame Do I look as though I might play along I need to let you know that I'm just not that strong Why do I always take this fork in the road when time and again my heart will implode Will the games ever end or will I learn to play Can I become that heartless and seek out my prey I don't think I'm made for this I'm destined to be alone Because games of the heart will always cut me to the bone |