Your Game

I've been here before; I know your ways.
You think you have me in a bind? I wouldn't say the same.
It comes so easy, moving so fast.
But you don't suspect, that I do have a past.
I'll play your little game. It's always the same.
You take it too far, and I run away. 
And just a day later, something has changed.
You have your plays, and I have mine.
I'll leave you second-guessing, and me perfectly fine.
I knew from the start that it wasn't true.
It's not like I haven't met another guy like you. 
So we'll go separate ways, we won't leave a trace,
and no one will know what occured in this place.