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the end of the game
the days and nights slip by
my world surrounds me
looking back on where i've been
looking to the present to what i have
the pieces mended the best way possible
struggling to move on, get there
always searching for what isnt there
my sad game of survival replayed
everytime i begin to heal, move on
something happens, life's bindings come undone
why must i always be knocked down?
why does it always have to be this hard?
put it to an end, a constant option
but thrown back as a shred of hope arises
enough's enough, im gone
tired of getting up from where ever i've been thrown
one of life's outcast, one of the ignored
never allowed in the circle's door
forget it all, i dont make a differance
im through, im gone, so goodbye.
Never regret what happened in the past,
it is today that should trust
Misfortunes are bad but giving up is sad.
Never feel sorry for what was not done,
you have the time to make things run.
Life will not stop at what went wrong yesterday;
what count is what you ought to do today.
Never let go or feel low.
You are not the victim of circumstances,
nor the maker of crisis.
Never feel the shame and start to blame.
It is a poison to the soul once you loss the ball.
But tomorrow is knocking,
get out and hear the call.
Cheers to you.
I've been there.