As I said before, sometimes it is SO easy
It shouldn't be but it is, for a guy like me.
On the surface, it seemed as if I had it all in order,
But you see, it was all a facade to be revealed at a later time and place.
If I knew then, what I know now . . .
How nurturing you were and how good you could have been for me
. . . maybe I would've treated you different.
I say maybe because, it was SO easy to "play" the game.
It was like I wrote the rules and you had the handbook,
Little did I know, it was setting me up for disappointment.
I treated you slightly better than dirt, but you never blew away,
Well, maybe for a minute or two but you always came back.
I always wanted you to come back but not really, because
Living the playa lifestyle was SO easy.
You knew what you wanted and you knew what I could provide,
You were aware of my indiscretions but your feelings you couldn't keep inside.
I toyed with your emotions, brought you sunlight and drained your juices . . .
The last part hurt me deeply but I couldn't let you know that cause . . .
It was SO easy.
You fell off the tree and rolled straight to me but . . .
I wasn't ready to use you in my recipe.
I felt I could keep you around until I was ready to taste the sweetness you possess
But there were so many other options and fruit on my plate I didn't want to miss out.
Thinking back, maybe I did, maybe it was for the best.
I guess living the playa lifestyle was SO easy until you put a face to the fruit.
I might have missed that harvest but the tree still has roots.
*Any resemblance to a real person or situation is intentional.