Somehow your game
Is still the same
Sure, hasn't changed. The more things changes around you
You ve remain the same Always keeping count of errors
Not once shy of pointing the finger
Using your finger
As if it's a Automatic weapon's trigger
Forgetting the shame
Disbursing the blame
You remain unbothered
You remained the same
True to your Game
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