Siren-By PS
Those eyes that smolder and will eat you alive; they hold no love, only lust.
She's got her boy-scout, so why does she need me?
Am I a game, some form of entertainment to her?
She and I play a game; we shouldn't though. I don't like going into war with someone that has no way of winning.
She has her man, I am alone.
We battle each day with no stop.
A stolen kiss here, a caress there, it's all exciting, all fun.
But, in the end it doesn't matter, we go back to our own.
I will watch as she holds him, and she will watch as I hold others.
It's an endless game, a fun way to pass the time.
I am just a sailor in search of something more, and she is a siren, come to spoil my parade...
