NOT THEM (Part-2)

Who's them? Your previous lovers, companions, former gems Some you hate - some you still call friends It's said "love's a game", and every round meets its end Or did they? You're still friends... but is that all? Another thorn, a splinter I can't pull out at all One that festers out of reach - because a new insecurity has just been unleashed I heard you didn't even think it was wrong, but you apologized anyway - a bone tossed my way something to knaw on, so I'd keep loving you and look away The fucked-up part is: I still do I still do care about you I'm not them But I'm not as close I don't think you'd stay my friend If our "game" ended- that's a huge pill One that needs to be swallowed because I'm not them- And it feels like my time with you is borrowed