Losing Game

Weigh down my heart, sweet soul,

Like a gigantic stone on my chest,

I am broken, I am no longer whole,

You laid my tormented heart to rest.

The days pass by and I miss you still,

Mom said ”he’ll never come back”,

And I cried out ”Oh, but he will”,

It’s the companionship that I lack.

I’m still so confused, because I never got to know,

if you had any feelings for me,

or did you just put up a show?

Do you even miss me?

I try to tell myself that you dont remember,

or that someone else makes you happy,

But way back then in November,

We were closer than ever, even a bit sappy.

Listening to Duncan Laurences ”Arcade” on repeat,

I, too, got addicted to a losing game,

And I still hope that we would meet,

But I guess you have put out our flame.

You ran away from me, one time too many,

And I finally stopped chasing,

No more chances, if there ever were any,

that final end game was emaciating.

I know it hurts, I know it’s torture,

But I dreamt that you are the one,

And even though the days start to get warmer,

I smile, but I only feel you are gone.

And so I put up a happy face,

tell them I prefer to be alone,

but that’s just to cover up the trace,

of the hate that I have for being on my own.

And now it’s ”GAME OVER” allover my screen,

I still frantically try to restart

And even though life gets easier, in between,

You’ll always have the password to my heart.

I wish I could say things were up to you,

but were they ever? I would fix this, if I could,

but you would never – love me like you should.

You’ll be the end boss to my losing game.