Was it fun to watch,
When I fight for you,
Like a fighter fights for his life on the ring?
Was it fulfilling to witness,
How I run after you,
Like a cheetah runs after what it wants?
Was it funny to see,
When I cry because of you,
Like a wolf howling late at night?
Was it exciting to witness,
How I try to make you happy,
Like a clown on a children's party?
Was it thrilling to feel,
When I try to protect you,
Like how a dog protects its own even to the point of getting hurt herself?
Was it amusing to watch,
How I scream of what you are to me,
Like how a lion roars to protect his territory?
Was it that fun,
To see me wanting to do everything for you,
So as to prove how I truly feel for you?
Was it that enjoying,
That you played with me,
And deceived me because I was "nothing" to you?
Was I truly just a piece,
Of the game you were playing,
Which is about you and yourself alone?