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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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