game you call life
They call you a creep
They call you a freak
Kids are naive they think your weak
You make them bleed for their mistakes
You play a game making them addicted
Look at that girl the girl of your dream
before you know Drop dead on the street
What a fun game what a good day
Let's keep playing please don't quit
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