My life is a game,
a game of chance.
A game where I'm lost,
and my body has no stance.
A game of terror, a game of fright,
It's made of anger, and full of spite.
My strength is pitiful,
my mind scattered.
Running out of reasons,
to keep my life tattered.
I'm screaming screaming screaming,
and no one is listening.
I know what I want,
and it's like a prize glistening.
But I can't reach it,
I can't grasp that I'm dying.
I realize what's going on,
and I can't stop crying.
Because my life is a game,
a game of chance.
A game where I'm lost,
and my body has no stance.
