We all play this game, the one we play with our selves and other people.
Treating people like books, taking them off and on the shelf.
Over analyzing your own thoughts, in result of changing ones self.
Seems as though these games have no structure.
And in the end, no matter how it plays out, a heart is permanently punctured.
Looking for a way out, then suddenly your mind gets flustered.
Everything you thought you knew becomes knowledge of what you had.
All these flowers you've watched bloom ends up not fully grown enough for you to grab.
So is this a part of life? Every experience resembles the span of a bulb for light?
That everything comes to an end no matter how hard you fight?
That we are all waiting in darkness for a light to never ignite?
Or is it just patience? Finding the right motivation to get through the waiting.
And if so, why do we fall into temptation when we know it's time that we're wasting?
And once we fall into that tempting moment, it's a new game we're tasting.
So You Sit & wonder why this constant fate has to choose you..
Not knowing you willingly go forward with this game you will always lose to.