I guess it's just a game
And I don't know when to stop
And I didn't mean to change-
I didn't know I could
And maybe it's alright
And this is just another dream
For I feel that when I'm wide awake
No one hears me scream
I try my best to stay away
It just doesn't make much sense-
That I feel I'm only lonely
When I'm with my friends
Is it too late to start over?
Or would it be better if I left?
Cos I know I never tried enough
But I swear I tried my best
game! what is.... maybe present life where lost is fact of daily where depression cannot do anything but the stay away practice is continue phrase there is
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I would like to translate this poem
Life and happiness is just a game.The eternal game and we all participate, we all play it, we all pretend and we all cheat. Perfect days are few and far between but there are more good than bad, just like people. A great emotions bared poem Bryony.10++. And take it one day at a time.