The game
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To bite off more than I could swallow
made me feel whole but also hollow,
it washed away the sorrows, but I followed
broke n broken, cuz all I had was mearly borrowed
at some stage, I lost my way in the haze
was faced with a maze of all my waste
so set in my ways, that I just sat a faster pace
.. alltough chased for days by the aftertaste
until I lost the race and was left amazed
alone in the abyss of defeat and shame
all the work in vain, with nothing to reep or claim
now waiting for someone else to leap for fame,
to go insane and to proclaim the urge to beat the game
Har inte skrivit texter på säkert 3 år, men något fick mig att vilja testa att skriva igen. Det var kul men svårt, är nog lite ringrostig :P