The Games We Play

What's the point in loving you,
if I don't know it's really true.
I saw a different side of you,
and now I'm not so sure,
if you feel the same,
or if you're just playing me..
The words you speak,
are they real?
Or are they just something you spit,
when the need arises.
Stop playing games, and spit the truth,
do you love me,
or is this just a joke.