Broken Spirit

Everytime I think it's over
You lead to believe that it's only just begun
I'm running out of breathing room
Broke down, I've come undone.

You took me to higher place
Where I had not yet soared,
Your spirit kept me up there
When you left I hit the floor.

I know now, what I should have known then
That I was just a game piece
To be boxed and stored away,
Only to be brought out, when you decide to play.

Don't want to be your game piece,
Nor your puppet on a string
My feelings for you very real
Your wanting gaze now stings

I have to find the rest of me
Pick up the pieces that have shattered
If you knew what you have done
Would it have really mattered?

You said: "I want to be with you"
Yet you never found the time
This game must end, and I will lose
You will not see me cry

My tears like rain, keep falling,
As I turn and walk away.
This heart can't take your mind games
I no longer want to play

A broken spirit, shattered heart
What more do you need to know?
I'm dead inside and speechless
I must now turn and go...