uneasy

im uneasy for sheezy and my reality was thrown upside down.  you are not a man with a heart full of love but you are a hunter who is down for the chase and a loaded gun is your weapon of choice.  You want me more when I have a voice and when I lose it you lose your interest.  I was right all along and my instincts are in tact and I once again believe in tit for tat.  You do not love me but love being on the run.. chasing the dollar bill on the end of a string is much more fun and stimulating than winning the lottery.  You can taste the catch and you prey on its weakness and once you catch it you want to free it.  It's a sick sorry game and I'm sorry to say it took me this long to learn the rules.... theyre memorized now and my days of acting a fool are over.  I'll cash in and walk away and throw my chips into the sea.. buried in memory of me and leaving my bad habits behind.