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Music Game


The moral of the story is, the only way to learn to game is, to take a turn. I don't want to bore you with the names of all the rules, but you will learn. I just won't allow myself to pay for all the fools, sitting on the shelf. Instead I'll just surround myself with those like me; who don't have to agree, to get along, who don't have to sing that same old song. If you can try, I will be your friend. I won't lie, and I'll breathe you in. Take your time, ease your pain. I don't mind, as long as your keep playing.
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