Knock knock. Who's there? It is only silly, old me. Standing here ridiculously And idiotically as can be. I heard you like fun games. And I love to play too. So I came by to get, The chance to play with you. Shall you Hide? Shall I Seek? Later, we can exchange our roles. But hiding is our central goal, From Love who seeks both of our souls. Your doorways to the heart Reveal their scars deeply. Rooted in the absence Of hearts given freely. Two truths and a lie. Can you guess my fib? Your body chokes my desires. Thoughts of you drain, like vampires. An arrow I never fired. You oft dwell in my mind. Diaries you bleed in. But bruises on my arm, Flaunt bows I've been shootin'. Never Have I Ever Had a crush on a teacher? I should down my drink for this one. A tale that doubled all my fun. And this, I know, you've also done. Under "frequently searched", Your name sits in plain sight. Linked with your images, Which go against my plight. Let's play Spin The Bottle! Followed by 7 Minutes in Heaven. I hope the bottle chooses you. So we can bare feelings we grew, Once we are alone, just us two. How I'll laugh while you tease. Touch your arm, roll my eyes, At all your clever quips, With friendship as my guise. It's my turn now. Truth or dare? Do you harbour feelings for me? Do you dare set your feelings free? Let's have a chat about our "we". With our bond so fickle, Chemistry: our weapon. Dancing on a fine line, Like double O seven. Or how about Cluedo? A nice cosy murder. I think Professor Plum, Murdered Miss Scarlet with a gun, In the ballroom, both all undone. You enticed me to you, Then offed me brutally. Silently, without care. What lives? My lunacy. Pick your poison, babe. I will play along. When I digest it, You'll bid me "so long" Give up your games, I'll give up my heart. Give in with words, I'll give in with art. All these rules, To all these games. You make your own. Filled with pains. I don't think I should, But I pity you. I stay in the game. Which I greatly rue. Games are your hobby. Mystery is where you dwell. I play and I search, Lost under your spell. I never was one for games. Always preferred to talk. With you I'm an Olympian. Much to everyone's shock. Your games conceal yourself. Your silence: radio. Every truth is a jest, A real Mercutio. I'll enjoy all your games. But heed all of my words. One day I'll fly away, And join your other birds. Choose your character wisely. Think hard before you play her. For you think you're a gamer, But really you're a player.