THIS IS NOT A GAME

This is not a Game

I've been running threw things
Like a one way passage with a train
Asking everyone even the homeless man
how do you live to survive another day
He's lasted so long
he must have stories with experience to exchange
or at least something to say.

Who am I and why am I here
I ask the same questions
before ever showing fear
Try to compare my life to a movie
but woke up, realized that this was real
everything is spending in circles
I feel like a screw when its drilled
into a hole that it dug itself into
not knowing what job that needs to be filled

If I traded my life with your life would it be any different?
Is it just because where I'm from I see things ALOT more different?
Maybe my visions I see everyday are a little bit more explicit
I never really had anybody that ever stop to just listen
To my ideas and opinions
All I have is me and thats enough for this mission
Maybe I'll pull it off thats something I've been wishing

HAVE YOU WOKE UP OUT OF YOUR DREAMS?
BECAUSE YOUR LIFE IS NOT A GAME
THINGS CHANGE NEVER LEAVING THE THINGS THE SAME