1. Seems like there's a game of patience Wonder how are strong my feet? Are there tries to cope with this temptation One, two, maybe three
Refrain:
Not a game, such a case to live thru Running, running right to you To never come up Put on pace, talking to myself though Experience your soul or ever get on Tearing my heart
Why this war beyond imagination Takes me that I barely lose control Is it true or just an imitation of A hide and seek? So let us push things on
2. Maybe better be fine And reload my mind A little left to do, just find the switch Is it worth living clear-headed than happy and blind? Rather wrong than right
Not a game, such a case to live thru Running, running right to you To never come up Put on pace, talking to myself though Experience your soul or ever get on Tearing my heart, ain't it my lot?