Primary Directive
I Used to LoveGame/Second Sunset
I met this girl when I was 21and what I loved the most, she was um- funnot the average, promiscuous alcoholichad a feeling when I met her, didn't know what to call itand so I speculated, maybe it was love at first sightgot home and just started to write, that first nightmust've spent three hours putting my thoughts into wordstrying to make a written copy of herand so eventually, this girl got to me mentallyessentially, I got thinking that we was meant to be, it was destinybut uh, just in case, couldn't leave it to chanceso I began calculate my advancefoolproof till those critical stages when she'd recede and retractlike Bruce Lee in the midst of attack, taken aback, yoI thought I loved her, was it all just a game?but now it's clear she'll never feel the same and that's a shame 'cause-'cause everyday I faced the same competitionwhile she was out of commission, we had some bouts of submissioncall her position forbidden with that relationship statusshe still engaged me in a game to see who's act was baddest"De Principatabus"- I gladly called her out on the samegave up on ever loving her and started loving the gameresist the urge to address, resist the urge to accostinflict words, conflict hers or else the battle is lostmy strategy was enacted, impacted her to retreatLetras de cancionesa taste of victory until I saw her sulk in defeatit hurt me- and even after I had discoveredthe only reason for her pain was from the game of anotherher true colors, always playing by her own set of rulesmaintain a lover, keep your cover, play the others for foolsI was a pawn in this garbage she started, never to finishI took a walk and took the loss, my only option to win itprimary directive, primary directive (4x)you can't say that I didn't tryturning the "you and me" into "us" before you hung me to dry, Ipull the shades while I wince a goodbye'cause every time the sun sets, it's like it's ripped from the skynow we'll never have our formal farewellelectronic correspondence till our egos swellgo well up all the facts, the brass tacks are meticulousI practiced at compassion while you chose to act ambiguousand we wasted a lot of time using the effort essentialto building bonds we've proven inconsequentialinstrumental to the downfall was my personalityfrom previous relationship trials taken too casuallyand actually, emotionally, I went beyondwhile you were really leading me onor maybe it was all just a case of wrong mind, wrong facebut it doesn't change the fact that I'm gone
From Letras Mania