This Game We Call Life.

I close my eyes,
Because I'm sick of what I see
I'm sick of being here,
But I'm trapped with uncertainty

I don't want to see the pain.
I'm tired of all the hurt.
My eyes want to bleed,
The blood staining my shirt.

How can you live with yourself?
Tell me. How?
How is it possible you can contain yourself,
With all of this happening now?

We're all just heartless monsters
In this deadly game of chess.
Will you be one of the masters?
Or one of the helpless?

Goodnight<3