It's all just a game.
Someone's gotta say it,
and I geuss I am the one.
You can't go stepping on other people
trying to prove that you've won.
Does life look like a game to you?
I tell ya' we're all trying to survive
but you make it so hard to stay alive.
Sometimes you have to accept it isn't all about you,
sometimes you need to realize other people live in this world too.
Would you like it,
if everyone tried to step on you?
Could you just sit,
while your supposed friends are making you feel blue?
Maybe it's time,
you get a little taste.
Get a little taste of the air that you waste.
Maybe it's time,
you walk in our shoes
and see how it feels to always lose.
Time to get off your pedestal,
and come join us here.
Come share in the thrill
of falling from hunter to kill.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Paper Cut Eyes
PoetryThese are just some of the poems I write. My emotions in writing.