False Claims

He claims that I'm what his life's been missing but I disregard his advances, no time for second chances, no double takes, no extra glances. He claims that he's serious, but me, I'm just delirious as time flies by I begin to recognize that I'm still standing alone, almost grown but not much has changed, I still remain, he's still a game, and I am still a chase, I am still the pond his knight could not erase. As fragile as I stand, my heart in my hand, or maybe on my shoulder, his begging only gets older and pretty soon I'll no longer be amused, he's within my grasp but he is not my muse. He's just another victim in my crime, just another reason to waste time, cause I got tired of being mad, what's the point if I can get another laugh, if I could use you, abuse you, and you like it. There's the feeling and I fight it. I refuse to reciprocate. I refuse to take the bait. Mr. Nice Guy please understand that my teenage love affairs are over, 15 day countdown, I am getting older, and maybe even colder. I don't wanna be heartless, so world please don't make me, lose my kindness or the light within me. Truth is, I'll never give in despite my fear of lonely.