Its not my game that saddens me
Its hard for me to forget this,
this game I name my passion, my life.
Am not a willful person,
I do not seem to work my dreams.
Yet my dreams are always there
asking, why my work doesn't take me there?
But none of this is wat bothers me
Acceptance, always a question I ask
Never there but always just there.
They say I am killing me,
killing me and my dreams with me.
Was I ever good at what i did?
well before i started killing I mean.
It calms me down, it soothes my nerves
It makes me at ease, you'll smile at this
say its crap and turn the page
Read it all and say it again
Quit the thing that kills you my friend..
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