The Game

Written by: Steve Malebranche

Is there no one out there?
Anyone that may be able to help
I don’t suppose so because
All out there care for themselves

I open up to all there is
To all that show they care
But it is to no avail
Because I still remain alone

People play with me because
They think it’s funny
Now I have become black
With despise and hate

All I wanted was someone to love me
Someone to say can I help you
Until one shows me they care
There will be hell to pay

Since I am the heart
Try to cross me if you dare
I control life because
I am the most essential part