.Not a Game.

I forgot how to live.
 I forgot the rules and tricks of the game.
This isnt real,
this isnt where i wanted to be.
How could he do this to me?
I wanted to be left alone but now its cold and lonely.
Fuck life then, it has to be a phony.
But is it? It's to real to touch. Cause its all happening so fast,
How long could this possibly last?
And now it seems like times on blast.
Not this time though,
I decied when I want to go.
But first i just want someone to hear me out,
hear me now.
wow.
who am i kidding?
Myself thats who.
Who am i,
with out you?
This is not real, this is not true. How the hell am i going to get through,
to you, that everytime i close my eyes that its you. Get out of my brain. It's driving me insain.
I'm not a fucking game, okay?
Is that alright? That i want to punch someone because of you at night. It seems that I'm never going to find that light.
Fuck the tears, whip my tears. All alone, thats alright,
it's just fine. Beacause i got me on my side and thats good enough for now.
I'll be able to stand on my own to feet
and I'm sure I can take the heat.