I like the game of guilt.
So do all the bad to me,
And when you are done and satisfied,
Wait for it,
Sleep over it for a few nights,
But then one day, wake up with this ache in your chest and guilt in your eyes,
Then may be cross paths with me, and let me see it.
Let me see how it is killing you,
And let me make it worse for you,
Let me be your friend and make it hell for you,
Because I like the game of guilt baby,
And I am never losing any end.