Twist-it, Pull-it, Bop-it
Playing games with my emotions.
"That's common in high school."
"Friends just argue."
Funny how all this time you're all pulling on my strings
Making me dance, sing, lie.
All because I let you.
Pulling me in twenty different directions,
Stretching me out.
All the while I'm going in.
Can't come out or you'll find me,
Can't breathe too loud or you'll get me.
I'm hiding while you're seeking
Playing games again.
Yet here I am seeking.
How can I seek and hide?
It makes no sense but it does.
Cuz I'm pulling on you too.
We're supposed to be a circle.
A group of confidantes.
But here we are playing telephone.
"Don't talk to her."
It changes every time.
But we pretend it's stayed the same.
Cuz we can't come out.
We can't loose the game.
But you've already lost the game.
You've broken the rules.
Shown your weak side.
Let us pull and twist you till you broke.
But we'll still let