• Caught in the game that no on claims to play,
    Even though you say you wont, every single day.
    Look what your reduced to, when life is just a game,
    And all the time you spend to plot it always ends the same.
    Your tricks are much to plane to see, no more then just a ploy,
    But even though you try so hard, your mind is just a toy.

    You do these thing to convince your self that you control it all
    How many times you took the hit yet never felt the fall.
    Is it just a cry for help or is that your excuse,
    When it seems to you , your every action is a ruse.


    Why must every thing you say and every step you take.
    Another act another try , another moment you forsake.
    Why cant you take a second to tell some one the truth,
    But that would just make things worse, because its soo uncouth.

    When your life is just an act, as fragile as a glass
    Why do you stomp around like all was made of brass.
    Maybe you just cant stand to cry and admit that you are wrong
    So just keep up the same old game and sing that some old song.

    For that will never change.