Lyfe is a game. It may seem insane bit its true.
Hate i feel for one and love i feel for you.
The goals we reach and what we teach.
The mistakes we make and hearts we break.
The willingness we show, because we know
Our game could end at anytime.
There might not be a day when you will be mine.
So why am i thinking and taking my time?

And yet i wonder why we all have cried.
As we dont know when we will die.
The fun we have and all the laughs we share.
How things dont go as we always plan.
But can be better when they dont. How confusing this game
can be. Its just one big stratergy.
Do i him love him? And does he love me?
We dont want to seem desperate and dont want to plead.
People get hurt during the game,
Whether through guys or friends, im not naming any names.

I've seen that its not always nice, when you role the dice.
When you lose points and have to go back.
Its the strength for ourselves that we lack.
We become so busy with everyone else,
And so it seems we have time for ourselves.
Certain things we do. We have hated but sadly their true.
But love i have had for you and you.
Love is a big part of our game.
Our each indivdual games, with all our own names.
Lyke its saved in a box, but there are no cheats or locks.

And they say, people we hate, we envy.
Hating them is realy wanting to be like them. Jealousy.
We've all been there, but i dont think alot of us care.
For being pretty and having that guy,
Or may it seem they have the perfect lyfe.
Friends we have made. Stories we have told.
We're all growing up and soon we'll be old.
But this i say, come what may.
Enjoy each day and do what you do.
Dont hang around waiting for things to come to you.

And still i ask myself. Is this real?
Could i wake up one day and this was all just dream?
Sometimes thats what it seems.
Sometimes thats what i want to believe.