What is life?
This existance that so many cherish?
What does it mean?
What is its purpose?
All these thoughts are rushing through your brain
You take the time to think them through
And you end up insane
What is life?
It's just a game
Smile at strangers and laugh without reason
Cry when you want and scream for nothing
And when they ask what's the matter?
You grin and reply
It's just a game
Sit in your room
Blank and white
A bed and a dresser
A window and a locked door
So plain, you think
The room needs something more
You smile to yourself and get up from the floor
Mark the walls with your own ink
You know where to find it
All you need is the knife you hide under your pillow
Prick a finger or stab your arm, makes no difference
It's all the same
It's just a game
Write a poem in scarlet paint
Nonsense or a rhyme
Makes no difference what is it
You've got so much time
After all
Life is nothing but a game
A game
Nothng but that
All you have to do is play
Play and waste the days away
Dance and sing and be insane
It doesn't matter
No, it's nothing
It's just a game
Author notes
I was just in a weird mood... hehehe!
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