who will win in this wild game,
when no ones knows who will ever feel the same,
when people sit there and wonder around,
never lisening to any sound,
when will we ever be able to be found,
will we ever able to get out of this horrable game,
before my heart and soul bursts into flame,
turn my stomic,
chills up my spine,
goose bumps on my skin,
let it all show,
scream out my lungs,
drive me crazy,
ill take all the blame just,
get me out of outragous the game!
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