Your game

The words go unnoticed
the gestures passed on
the dying sensation of
hopelessness
The need to be heard
by one, but not the crowds
is one of those things
that infatuation causes

The failure of success
the triumph of agony
and the increasing
speed of a heartbeat
is no help at all
The suffering of love
the death of those close
and the mental death of
Hope
For those which you wish were close

Life is rough
and it takes more
than just being tough
because even the brainiest
and even the brawniest
fall in love
and even the brainiest
and even the brawniest
get their heart broken
And even the brainiest
and even the brawniest
feel that pain which
hurts above ALL

I'm done with the trying
I'm done with the game
The prize isn't worth it
And it's driving me insane
My world is upside
Down
As I watch the little caterpillars
turn into beautiful butterflies

Life is a chore
and you were just
entertainment
But I've finished
the game
And your the
loser
Won't take the
abuse no more
You had me caught
twisted up in your
lovely,lovely lies
but I won't come back
because I realized
it was you, missing
out on the prize

I'll look in the mirror
telling myself truths
about how wonderful
life is when your not here
it will hurt for awhile
but I've been through
worse pain
And I can with stand it
because I'm no longer stuck
playing your game.

PS:The caterpillars and butterflies part is about growing up...

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