Thats the Game
Because when your young you always think the sun is going to shine again
but when your old you realise nothing going to be the same my friend
no matter how many times you make a wish upon that shining star
it's only up to you my sweet, luck will only get you so far
thats the game that we call life
fast as a bullet and as sharp as a knife
caress of a butterfly
or as long as the sky
it makes you want to scream or cry
with many hello's but too many good byes.
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