I lay next to her just watching her cry.
Heartbroken tears are trailing down her face.
I told her, "I love you", was just a lie.
The streaming tears really picked up their pace.
She's not the first nor will she be the last.
Emotional rape is my favorite game.
I recall the broken hearts of the past.
All of them cry out their heart, just the same.
With tears still flowing, I stand up to leave.
"Don't leave me", she cries, "Could I have done more?"
Their begging is the goal that I achieve.
That crumpled face is something I adore.
In the back of my mind there is one doubt.
What happens if my game should turn about?
Pain is life, life is short, I will endure.