Why do I live in this game I always play?
I wish to quit
But nonetheless
I still hit
That beloved replay
With the hope it will make me happy
Perhaps at least someday?
I give my all
Till I fall
And reduce down to nothing
Yet you look at me
With a smirk
As though you have a secret or something
Just tell me what you have in mind
I pinky promise to oblige
For that’s my habit - don’t you know?
I always seem to run to you
Maybe because I have nowhere else to go
Or I suppose because I cannot differentiate
What is real and what is pretend
I’m begging for this confusion to end
But deep down even I can comprehend
Every single game was founded on pretend
