There is no happy ending,
for a broken heart.
Emotional heads start spinning,
you can tell no one apart.
Broken mirrors greet crooked smiles,
chanting escapes the corners of the mind.
Confusion can travel for endless miles,
eyes closing while the rivers run dry.
Delusion teases ever so slightly,
welcomed by the ever tensing pain.
Love should not be taken lightly,
life depends on the game.
Stop the rising madness now,
ease the preoccupied thoughts soon.
You know what to say, but how,
do you end your love for you?
Blend crazed lies through shaken lips,
break the rules of the game.
Watch your master take a sip,
hear mankind scream your name.
Walk from the wasteland of the lost,
kick the rubble from your path.
You have to escape at all costs,
or feel the game's awful wrath.
Run in the maze of little white lies,
you fall and cry in pitiful shame,
Look up, you made it through the night,
but it's too late. End game.
