"what's the game?", you asked again
living this life, drives me insane
giving - believing to your way
in my trust, there is no pay
He's into poetry again. He hides his smile once more, gazes at the sable parts of the room and wears his black shirt again.... He's in a state of dreary, plunged into desolation. He stares at the picture of memory and puts his thoughts running again.... He is looking for something. He wonders and lays on his bed, works hard to deceive his sentiments but the tick tocks keep increasing....
Heading Down
"what's the game?", you asked again
living this life, drives me insane
giving - believing to your way
in my trust, there is no pay
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