IRC-Galleria

I'm playing with your heart, you're playing with mine.
You ask me how I'm doing and I tell you I'm fine.
I come over for a drink and you beg me to stay,
but everytime you come closer I take a big step away.
We can chill, we can laugh, we can have a small fling,
but everytime I talk deeper you get like that and you don't say a thing.
You're angry, I know it, I can see it in your face.
And on the look in your eyes when you leave me at my place.
Was it me, was it you, was it boath who screw it up?
I dont know, I can't remember and honestly I don't give a fuck.