How easy is the game?
You play, you trick, you win and you quit.
How easy is it my friend?
To change cards under the table?
To fight, to push, to blame and to end?
What’s with all that we said?
What’s with “Come on man, I am there till death.”?
Fake promises for one penny and two pence.
I lie with a bed sheet on my face.
Will strangle it around my neck.
I thought we were friends.
But that game, oh that game we played!
Tying words against words to make a noose
And then shooting bang on head.
Shelf life. Our shelf lives were poor and little.
Who bought you my dearest?
Which friend would be traded this year end?
Who do you plan to say “let’s forget”?
Treasured your one penny two pence?
One day you have to change the rules of the game.
That day, send me all your pains.
I will wait till the end.
1 comment:
This is not the end, my friend..
No shooting bang on the head,
No quitting for a penny and two pence..
No saing "let's forget",
Thr is no game nor a bet..
That bedsheet is to save u from the cold,
No dying before we are too old..
I have no pain which could be sent,
Only happiness which to u I forever have lent !!
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