When I asked for a life
You gave me riddles and rhymes
Whenever I asked for faith
You showed me grudges and hate
Now that I'm lost
within my present
and my past
You want me to play
This game, over again
I'm just too low,
feeling out of life
Withering away
faster than time
My desires
are acting up on me
Trying to make me feel
As if I were 18 again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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