It was a game to me...
One of my own amusment and vanity.
I wanted to make you fall,
Fall head over heels, fall into my hands.

I thought I had you,
I thought you had fallen,
And I had claimed a spot in your heart.

But it seems the game was on me,
I was your toy, the puppet that you held the strings to.
For I have fallen, like so many others.

I have fallen for your awkward smile,
Your lanky arms and your sweet talk.
I'm left dumb founded and empty hearted.

You didn't break me,
But you took everything I was and left me empty hearted.

I was just a game...
Of his own amusment and my own vanity.