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• Artiste: Primary Directive
• Titre: I Used to LoveGame/Second Sunset
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I met this girl when I was 21 and what I loved the most, she was um- fun not the average, promiscuous alcoholic had a feeling when I met her, didn't know what to call it and so I speculated, maybe it was love at first sight got home and just started to write, that first night must've spent three hours putting my thoughts into words trying to make a written copy of her and so eventually, this girl got to me mentally essentially, I got thinking that we was meant to be, it was destiny but uh, just in case, couldn't leave it to chance so I began calculate my advance foolproof till those critical stages when she'd recede and retract like Bruce Lee in the midst of attack, taken aback, yo I thought I loved her, was it all just a game? but now it's clear she'll never feel the same and that's a shame 'cause- 'cause everyday I faced the same competition while she was out of commission, we had some bouts of submission call her position forbidden with that relationship status she still engaged me in a game to see who's act was baddest "De Principatabus"- I gladly called her out on the same gave up on ever loving her and started loving the game resist the urge to address, resist the urge to accost inflict words, conflict hers or else the battle is lost my strategy was enacted, impacted her to retreat a taste of victory until I saw her sulk in defeat it hurt me- and even after I had discovered the only reason for her pain was from the game of another her true colors, always playing by her own set of rules maintain a lover, keep your cover, play the others for fools I was a pawn in this garbage she started, never to finish I took a walk and took the loss, my only option to win it primary directive, primary directive (4x) you can't say that I didn't try turning the "you and me" into "us" before you hung me to dry, I pull the shades while I wince a goodbye 'cause every time the sun sets, it's like it's ripped from the sky now we'll never have our formal farewell electronic correspondence till our egos swell go well up all the facts, the brass tacks are meticulous I practiced at compassion while you chose to act ambiguous and we wasted a lot of time using the effort essential to building bonds we've proven inconsequential instrumental to the downfall was my personality from previous relationship trials taken too casually and actually, emotionally, I went beyond while you were really leading me on or maybe it was all just a case of wrong mind, wrong face but it doesn't change the fact that I'm gone