This Hurting Game

What did I do, what did I say,
that rubbed you up, in the worst way.
Was it a kiss, a smiley tongue,
that dropped me down another rung.
Was it the sight of someone's breast,
that put your patience to the test.
And now you’ve turned my heart to ice,
will you revert to being nice.
Is this game over, now you've scored,
is that enough, are you now bored,
or have you not quite finished yet;
is there still room for more upset.
Why do you do it, where's the kick,
or is all this bullshit, a trick.
Is it that you cannot abide,
that I won't join you on your slide?
Well I am tired of this game,
it always seems to end the same.
It is high scoring, there's no doubt
but what the fuck's it all about?
It leaves me drained and sometimes lost;
my mind all muddled, beat and tossed!
I've tried to ride the waves, stand tall
but you're determined, that I fall…
and when I do, you're satisfied,
then you want me back onside!
Why do you drag me through the mud,
I'm only me; just flesh and blood?
I am not young or fit enough;
this game you play, is just too rough...
The water's leaking from this font,
you best decide, just what you want,
or one day it will be run dry
and all that’s left, will be goodbye!