Lost and lonely illusions of love sitting back thinking of how it was, and how it used to be we were just little kids playing games feeling love or lust back then it was all the same to me, because we never doubted it for a minute, it ran so deep inside our veins, and so deep inside our souls making our bodies move until it was all that we knew of. Although as fresh as it could be to see the true visions of love that you belonged with me, but the years have past and broken fragmented pieces of yesterday are scattered across your lap, to scared to call to ask if you could come crawling back, but if you did it would be like I said before, lost and lonely illusions of love sitting back thinking of how it was, but it’s not the same and this time around I’ve seen your game and I’m not going to give in to get played.