My Mistake
So I play a lot of games
When I get home I don’t say hi to my mum
I go right in my room just to sit on my bum
I don’t know why I do it
I just can’t stop
Fills me up with anxiety
But I can’t give it up
I play and play and play
I get better, better and better
But keep on losing track of time
Always feeling under the weather
Over and over and over again
It just becomes more intoxicating
It’s like a drug I can’t stop
I just won’t
Fills me up with anxiety
But I can’t give it up
Maybe one day I’ll say hi
But until then I’ll just kick your ass online
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