In the end I got to be a McCall.
In the end I won.
I got your last name and a baby by you in the end.
I guess I won right?
I guess I was the winner of this game.
I guess I was the winner of our game.
Well, tell me something.
Tell me why don’t I feel like a winner?
Tell me why?
Why?
Why did I end up winning you and I still felt like a loser?
How did I win and still feel like I lost?
Tell me how?

I may have won your last name.
I may have won a baby with you.
I may have won a spot in the career I so desperately loved as a young child.
But you want to know something?
In the end, I lost my dignity.
In the end, I lost my self respect.
In the end, I lost myself.
In the end, I was responsible for you calling off your engagement with someone else.

Over what?
Over a game.
In the end, I ended up with this scar on my face permanently.
Over what?
Over a game.
In the end I won your heart back.
Over what?
Over a game.

You have made a fool of me so many times.
Taking another girl to our homecoming dance knowing I would have given anything just to be with you.
You allowed that same girl to play in my face and insult me in front of you and my date.
You practically gave me an ultimatum forcing me to choose you over curfew, just because you were having a hard time dealing with your dad cheating on your mom.
You got upset with me for choosing my passion over you that night, not understanding if I missed curfew all of my hardwork would’ve been in vain.
I would’ve been benched the whole game.

I understand you were hurting.
But what about me?
What about my hurt?
What about my cares and concerns?
They didn’t seem to matter to...