It’s not use, we can’t do anything,
We just get pushed around and eventually brake,
we are like toys, we sometimes get played around with.
Until it feels like everything reseted,
We might be able to change it,
but it just feels like we aren’t turning any pages.
Life is a pain in the game,
Life is also like a game.
Living out as a innocent child,
Nothing bad comes in hands.
Some things can get out of hand…
You are like a flower scribbling up to die,
As soon as it happens loved ones begin to cry…
After it ends it soon all begins,
For another child now, then it will only feel like sitting on pins…
That you have no choice not to play.
There’s never a choice till we reset the game.
We’re are just like toys, as well as a player in a video game…