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my life now is all a game.

everyone knows you are to blame.

from the way you shoot daggers at me.

i bare it all like it's my fault

i know this thing has come to a hault

then why are you making it hard to believe

you left me as i fell to the gorund.

i was screaing out

loud enough for you to hear.

but you didn't soe how.

well i guess that's your excuse.

this was all a muse to you.

but it wasn't for me.

it's getting impossible for me to hear my own sound.

i'm a broken glass not ready to be found