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Games 


They forgot that it takes two

To play a game you need you 

Different names but it is the same crew 

Interesting levels yet ignorant clues

 

Harder to get the easier to forget 

Attractive face but living like a disgrace 

They thought they are full of grace

But life is more of a vast space

 

Why people are like that

Never not acting like a brat   

Always think they are being attacked

So dumb they fail how to act

 

Most of the time I regret talking to humans 

How they can be foolish acting like a mutant 

Am I vocative with my words like a student?

Or perhaps being dissociative and I am ruined? 


So very pompous and materialistic

They think they are flawless and eccentric 

They act like a goddess but they are indifferent 

Also soulless and very egotistic 

 

A lot of my words are nice & poetic

My aim is love but I am like an automatic weapon 

They look majestic but from the inside they are tainted  

They are a shit stick with a whole lot of fixing

 

Who knew that they were changing 

Only the over-thinkers and i am explaining 

Perhaps my words are still weak 

But I am still me even when I don’t speak 

 

My voice is sore and my soul is torn 

I write to release my emotions full of war

I am worn by the music and life shows   

Write about money cars and girls then I have a throne? 

 

I am not a fair so you can’t play with me 

I am not a chair so you can’t sit on me 

Don’t act like you want me so just leave me

I am sorry that you don’t look at me deeply 

 

Affirmation and reassurance are hard things

Don’t expect coherence from drunken drinks

Loyalty is expensive with existing strings

Honesty is an appearance but from deep within      



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