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Love is just a game, they said
Hell, life IS just a game
Running, stumbling, falling
Looking for something makes sense

We live in a classic magic trick
Silly hallucinations, invading our lungs
We respire the oxygen of nonsense
Each breathe makes us sick

So tell me, is this why this called a game?
No fun, no glory
Losing, the only choice we had
That's why they call me loser
Keep on losing, keep on losing

You're an illusion in my daydream
Stood in front of silent promises
Where there's nothing for me to earn
Wake me up, let me run the night

You gave me summer under the pouring rain
You taught me to be wise while you brought the childhood senses back
It was so great, it was so great
So untrue, so fast
Was it ever there? Or am I hallucinating

What to earn, what to believe
Sorry I'm clueless
So fool me no more
Or taught me to be reckless instead

Don't meet me halfway
Meet me where the path ends
Or we could start all over again
Life is flowing, so let's flow
Let's roll, let's roll


(June 11th, heavy rain in Cibubur, bengong and randomly feeling poetic :p)

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