Games Quotes
I want you to stay with me. And that’s the problem. Every time you leave me, I need you a little bit more.
Lying Season by Karina Halle
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Read me like a sign and play with me like a toy as I explain to you why you’re not just some other boy.
You thought you broke my heart; you thought you made me cry. Listen up: not every player is a guy.
So if you want to be with me you’ll have to follow through with every word you say.
Follow Through by Gavin DeGraw Lyric
He was the only one I had ever known who had the power to affect me so deeply. He could ignore me one day, sending me home with scores of bad poetry in my diary, and then give me a compliment the next that left me on cloud nine for the rest of the week. It was a kind of torture that, given the chance, I would have never changed because it felt so wonderful to feel something so deep in my heart.
I don’t know why. Maybe it’s because you’re mad, maybe it’s because you’re afraid, maybe it’s because you’re also a little confused, maybe it’s because you want to act cool, but whatever the reason you’re breaking my heart.
I hate how I can’t tell what you’re thinking. Give me a clue, baby, ’cause it’s not fair to leave me hanging like this. Too bad I’m no mind reader; I can’t hear the thoughts behind that quiet smile.
I never asked for your opinion – I just got it and I get it. You move slow like daytime drama and I’m boring like his songs so while I’m taking you for granted we’ll be humming along. Well cross my heart and hope to… I’m lying to keep you here.
Slow Dance on the Inside by Taking Back Sunday Lyric
I play the game and can’t really say I like it, can’t really say that I hate it, can’t really say that I paid attention. When grey skies turn blue I’ll come back for you. My mind can’t change my heart. There’s nothing I can do.
Grey Skies Turn Blue by MxPx Lyric
I think you should let me know, because I have never been a good sport at this game that you call “letting go”. I think you should show me that I’m not another number in that cellular phone underneath your bed