Monday, October 4, 2010

Victim Of The Game.

All through the night I was wondering
Why does someone believe in fate
When I woke up one morning
In midst of clouds and eager darkness
Followed by the emptiness
Which got me thinking back through the time again
When I was a child
Never cared for a dime
Believed in my life, singing every rhyme
Then came a phase killing the child
Charging like an angry bull
Running hungry in the wild
People started talking, cursing, giving names
Why did it matter and why did they care
Everything all around wanted me to change
I stood at the point where I was to blame
There was no turning there was just pain
I woke up again deciding to change
And Before I could start over again
Time had already played the game

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