Game with no name

Today is a new day, but the pain stays the same.
My life feels like a game.
A game with no name.
Only to be played with such shame.
You say I live in the past, day after day, I wish I didn't say the same.

I look to the present, but I also look to the past, which causes a shadow to cast.
Filled with such emptiness,
I think of what has happened, to cause me such sorrow.
You are filled with such happiness, could I have some, just to borrow?