I give up, a man can only take so much. Can you tell me why you have to play these games? Why do you play interested when it suits you best and I’m left hanging when it doesn’t? Can you explain your actions? That’s what i thought, you can’t. I believe it’s just a game to you. A poor soul that has been hurt, but rather than mending the pieces with affection you choose to break them even more with deceit and excuses. Can you not see that I want to spend time with you in these final days I have here? Can’t you open your eyes past your broken heart and see the ones you break as you go about your way? I’ve given up the pursuit, if you want me come and get me.