𝑃𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑃𝑜𝑒𝑡𝑟𝑦

𝗔𝗿𝗰𝗮𝗱𝗲

𝐴𝑟𝑐𝑎𝑑𝑒

I'm a machine,
bribe me with money and I'll let you start.
Using strategies you've seen,
or the rules of my heart,
you'd break apart.

I'm a game,
complete me and I'll let you leave.
Breaking machines stays your every aim,
or cheating to achieve,
later I'd grieve.

You pressed my buttons,
you took over my controller,
you ignored my instructions,
you grew to be colder.

You've abused buttons,
you've torn a controller,
you've ripped instructions,
you've grown colder.

I'm just a machine,
you don't need money for me to restart.
Use the strategies you'd seen,
because the rules of my heart,
you broke apart.

I'm just a game,
complete me from scratch and don't again leave.
Broken machines fulfilling your aim,
or cheated achieve,
I'd never grieve.

You remember every of your tools,
you recognised a new control,
you rearranged mine with your rules,
but I grew to love whole.

I remembered my tools,
I recognised my control,
I arranged my own rules,
but I grew addicted to your all.

I'm your machine,
restart my game,
give me back your loveable pain.

I'm your game,
restart my machine,
give me back what we'd been.

My batteries will die,
without you.
My plug will be pulled,
without you.
My screen will gain dust,
without you.
My arcade will close,
without you.