Should I Over This Living Game?

I saw his face today
Seems like he couldn't put the sadness away
what is he supposed to do
when he lost his way...

He hadn't a chance to say goodbye
He was speechless when he knew
smiled and said, let him go
I'm sure he's feeling better now

but deep inside I knew
He felt the pain that he never was through
He felt so bad
As much as he couldn't stand

he looked at his picture
showing a grieving smile
Saying how I wish we could go back
and never feeling, that you I lack

shedding a harmful tear
Let it fall down on his cheek
asking where is he now?
and pretending like he's not bleak

wondering if they will meet someday
asking what the days have made
once he had him beneath his shoulders
and now he's holding his grave

suddenly under his fear he creep
Asking himself "what is left of me"
I've lost my brother and my queen
I've lost what is the world to me...

Sinking within his thoughts, wondering...
does anything worth living for?
Or life is another case to blame?
Will I make it through this time?
Or should I over this living game?