it's the game, that i can't blame, im on a frame, i can't get out, i can never even shout, in here, it's a tear, no drinking of beer.

even though my life is just like this, making quites for all of ya'll even if you didn't ask for it.

it might hurt like a needle pricking you, but what's important you must not feel blue.

sometimes i also ask myself "what can i do.? to be a little more like me.? to be a little less like you."

*bow*.