Game

This is a cruel game of life that nobody is exempted from,
Everyone has to play it at some point in life,
Its not actually the same for everyone,
For some, its a nice game, average, or cruel like me..

Why is it cruel?
Always when you are about to lose, and you know it, you're about to give up,
It always give you an opening, a chance that you see,
that can turn the game around,
And you get your hopes up, you go the extra mile,
Only to find that opening slowly closing,
The closer you get, the smaller the opening,
The moment you are there, it closes on you..

The world, just falls upon you,
Large pieces of it,
Crushing you, and slowly those pieces crumble into smaller ones,
And finally turn to dust, blown off from you body,
Taking with it, all of the pressure,
You try to wake up, but..
You're just too tired, you've already taken too much damage,
You just wanna' lie there, not moving, just lie there, static..

Rain has some healing properties to it,
Like a magical elixir, curing everything as it drops on you,
*plop* sadness is gone...
*plop* sickness is gone...
*plop* loneliness is gone..
*plop* fear is gone...
*plop* doubt is gone..
At least that's how I'd like it to be,
Every drop, a magical elixir, washes everything off you,
But in reality, its not, its just water, dropping down from the sky,

Its funny, funny how we can talk so openly about what has happened,
I kept asking questions that all along the answers I already had,
Kept wondering about the future, what if history repeats itself, although it surely will not..

I'm already tired, I know its still early game,
Only restarted a few times, still a long way to go,
I know, but its just, I'm tired, I've had enough, for now...
What will happen in the future?
Your guess is as good as mine...

我寂寞寂寞就好
这时候谁都别来安慰 拥抱
就让我一个人去痛到
受不了想到 快疯掉
死不了就还好