poetry ;; typical_writers

you "died". | edited

[Written by: Cassidy Trent/ Me]

This is how I am I chose to play.

Life to short, not to be a game.

Finger tips bleeding on my guitar string for you.

You didn't ask for it; but this ones for you.

Life's a game I chose to lose.

This round you might get a bruise.

But your sanity is something to refuse.

I did this to you, I did this to you.

You can't deny that I did this to you.

Wake up with anxiety.

There telling you it's society

There's nobody else we can blame.

They did this to you, they did this to you.

Tear running down your face isn't perfect.

But baby in the end isn't it always worth it?

I guess I thought it would be, it would be.

But it wasn't.

And in the end we'll be fine.

At least I know you'll still be mine

They did this to you, they did this to you.

Who ever said what your doing was okay?

They took your soul and made you play the game.

The game of life is harsh and sweet.

But now you loose.

You loose.