Won’t play that game

I dimmed my light so you could shine brighter

Told myself “patience,” kept rewriting the chapter

Gave you my Sundays, my secrets, my skin

While you gave me “maybe” and a half-hearted grin

I wore your silence like it was couture

Called it “complicated,” said I could endure

(Pre-Chorus)

I was begging for crumbs, calling them feasts

Turning your “almost” into my beliefs

(Chorus)

Real love don’t ghost in the night

Real love don’t keep you up wondering if you’re right

Real love don’t leave you small, on your knees in the rain

Real love don’t make you question your worth just to stay

Real love won’t play that game

No, real love won’t play that game

(Verse 2)

I practiced smiling in pictures alone

Memorized the way you never picked up the phone

Built a cathedral out of every “if”

Knelt at the altar of your what-might-have-been

I was holy with hoping, a saint full of shame

Loving you harder every time you forgot my name

(Pre-Chorus)

I mistook being chosen last for being chosen deep

Traded my crown just to be your best-kept secret

(Chorus)

Real love don’t ghost in the night

Real love don’t keep you up wondering if you’re right

Real love don’t don’t leave you small, on your knees in the rain

Real love don’t make you question your worth just to stay

Real love won’t play that game

No, real love won’t play that game

(Bridge – stripped down, almost spoken)

One day somebody’s gonna look at me

Like I’m the answer, not the maybe

Gonna hold me like I’m already whole

Not a project, not a placeholder, not a heart on parole

And I’ll wonder why I ever thought

Your half was all I was worth

(Build back up)

Yeah, real love won’t make me beg

Real love won’t make me shrink

Real love won’t treat my heart like a game

That it never planned to win

(Final Chorus – big, defiant)

Real love don’t ghost in the night

Real love don’t dim somebody else’s light

It don’t leave you drowning in the mess it made

Real love don’t make you feel unworthy of being saved

Real love won’t play that game

Thank God… real love won’t play that game

(Outro – soft but certain)

I’m done playing.

I’m ready for real.