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All my money paid to the video arcade. All this money I do spend, no more do I see my friends. They see, with me, have decided to end. My homework's late, my teachers dont think it's great. It's sometimes not done at all. Very far behind, I do fall. My parents, a video arcade addict, they say and no more can I play This I deny. They are the ones who cry. I say I'm just having fun, but they want it to be done. They want me to be through. Video games no more do they want me to do. I try to ignore. They say they'll see me ground if at the video arcade I'm found. They'll take away my money supply. I think I'm going to cry. They see of being a video game addict, they accuse.  I get the blues.  They have convicted me of being a video game addict.  They say see, me, they have to control. That's their goal.