Let me start by saying that I see everything in a new light. My days are brighter because my life seems easier now. No commitments no relationships no worries no pain. All I see is shame shame shame, and it’s all a part of the game, but I hate you all the same, as you stay being a lame, power you don’t have anymore because you’re locked up behind these walls forever more. Lame, it’s your new name, busted and disgusted all the same. Lame, lame, lame, and that’s the name of this game.
Misery is a game that you play for reasons unknown but truth be told no body cares. Empty you will be while I’m standing next to he (who) not you. Friends come and go but we always know truth comes to light and find out it’s your Last flight.
So Mr. & Mrs. Lame Lame Lame It’s all a part of the game, shame shame shame things will never be the same. Trust, none, loyalty. Son, honesty bum so while you rest keep up with the best. No pun intended only extended, not even blended.
