Make or f**ing break...
The game of life is never what it's meant to be
I'll take my broken dreams and raise your broken bones.
What the f** do we do, when there's nothing to lose,
But everything's already lost. It's already lost.
Make or f**ing break...
It's just the game, and i just don't want to play,
And then have to say "Well, that was your life"
That was my life.
This world still f**s with our heads, but we can still find something,
And we all want something to blame, while we abort a sense of responsibility
To live is to suffer, and to survive is to find the meaning,
But it's still game over.