Game On Trap

My mind began to wander
I drifted in and out
I’d like to think that
There’s still a soft side
Behind those icy words of yours
What does your act constitute anyway
That scrolded down to hinting games
You seemed to be getting so stressed
And it sound like
You are obssessed with it
But there’s nothing like
The peace of mind
I am my own person
For what and who i am
Not by any means suffer
A similar obssessed and fear like yours
As i feel sorry for you
I knew it all along
That there is definitely
Much more to life than
To play your game on trap.

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