Life is like a game some say, and I want to get out,
I want to stop, pause, rewind, resume. I shout.
Is it suppose to be like this? A game?!
We're all different, but sometimes we think the same.
Life is hard. And it's more than a game, it's a story.
A story about you, and you only. It's your own personal diary.
Yeah, that's what life is, a personal diary, except we don't write it
because it's already written, and we can't omit it.
Everthing has already happened, these words are the past,
But my life is still living, and one day it will pass.
