You started soft like borrowed grace
A gentle burn we couldn't face
You said some love is worth the ache
But didn't say how much it'd take
We drank the truth in quiet sips
Like comfort bloom on trembling lips
And every lie we told so sweet
Felt like surrender
and defeat
We lived in half-light
rooms Where silence grew like tender wounds
We kissed like ghosts,
rehearsing pain Still reaching out through fallen rain
The comfort turned to something cold A promise heavy,
soft, and old
We called it peace,
we called it care But no one wins by staying there
I
know my time is running out
I know I'm cutting corners
There are needs offset
But one day, wiht the grace of God
So, remember,
sometimes you need to take a break
from everyone and spend time alone to
experience,
appreciate and love yourself.
I am not a player, but I know the game.
Play with my feelings and I'll show you exactly why I retired.
I'm not a player, but
I know the game.