Poetic Life

EndGame

I thought i finally got a chance
it really felt so good

I didn't know it was just a fake dance
It was a dream from my childhood

I enjoyed that dream only for a glance
I did to the max and it was because of you

yet you are the one who stabbed me with the lance
you're one who i never understood

didn't you feel i didn't understand?
didn't you see me being entertained under your foot ?

didn't you observe any romance ?
maybe you knew it
maybe you need to be an actor in Hollywood

Be there and i will be a fan
at least , you were to be genuine
seeking around maybe in france
and I , a gentelman who will do what he could

If i knew before you are good at acting

I was to kill you as much as i would

But, I want to thank you

you made me enjoy a dance
made me pray the glance be forever
delighted with such a pleasure

it is fine that it didn't last another hour

I won't ask for a try again

be an actor , hug the fame

you are not someone to be blamed
I was the one adheering the chains

it was golden and connected to your hand

hanged with my mind , planted as a grains

I was the one acting as a slave

I said it before , and i'll say it now

we are no more the same

I am no more ready to be slayed

I will kill the shame
I will forgive you for the pain
I hope i forget your name
I hope you get fired from my brain

let me live , let me fain
maybe i have no much time left

maybe it is the EndGame

author's note : don't show much love and care to anyone , because it is humans tendency to underestimate anything that's free of cost .