Though many of the others left their scorn
My lonely heart would never fade to stone
You would then be the one who was forlorn
And although I must admit at the start
When all my troubles filled me to my core
You left me stranded with a broken heart
And now I think that you are such a bore
The time alone I’m staring at my screen
Watching little bars ticking out of sight
I can’t believe that you can be so mean
When I know for a fact you are my right
You can’t mean to put me as all the blame
I paid twenty three dollars for this game!
--Michael B., Adult