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It’s so easy to get lost To get comfortable in the act In the game of pretend Of being something you’re not Perhaps because it’s safer Or because you are afraid of the monster behind the mask
I was never good at playing these games Rolling the dice Going on dates Crossing my fingers and hoping for the best   I was never the master of board games Or video games Or games involving…. Me
I'm an ex-prizefighter and my name is Glass Joe.If you're wondering if I could win fights, the answer is no.I got my ass kicked by a shrimp and his name is Little Mac.
Life is like a video game. Like sims, except not as easy and in some ways not as hard. its filled with puns that are cheesy and it’s filled with birthday cards but life is like a video game.  
Racing down the court, the score is 12 to 10. I steal the ball from red, and pass to my teammate Ben. “Shoot a three, and we’ll take home a win,” I shout.
it started so sweet, i actually thought you cared about me. but now i see these were things you wanted me to believe we were living in a fantasy, a world of make believe full of smiles and laughter,
Dangerous is the game I play And deadly, as any can say And yet, my soul is to pay I've lost the game I played today, Yet many enemies I did slay,
It’s just a silly little game; Like chess. We’ll move, then they’ll move. We’ll dance in circles until one of us gets too dizzy to continue. The last pawn will eventually fall.
She sits atop a jeweled throne, her lilac hair an endless stream. Her gold eyes are all-knowing, and her body is furled in tenebrous shadows. She looks at the board before her.
Dear Darian,   I’m stuck in a game of tag I thought it would be fun The closer he gets, the faster I run My body is drained,  but I continue   I can’t be ‘It’
Boys are a gun. Loud, abrasive, harmful, and apparent. Girls are a knife. Silent, gentle, lethal, and hidden. Everybody kills in the game of love.
To live, To die. Everybody always asks 'why?' But it's a fact of life. It's all the same. It's how I feel when Playing the game. To love, To hate.
is this all a dream? or is it all real? are our lives a mirage? perhaps, we were created for fun   are we placed on this board game to do nothing but be shot down by the aspects of life?
He’s coming for me, I know that for a fact, He said so himself.   He’s getting closer, I can sense it with everything in me,
I was young and I wasn't free But I am capable of dancing when I'm happyI heard they said that made me prettySo I put on a smile, gracefully
Long ago I met a boy 
Rap, game void of reality seen the acuality in  darkness cast, shadows over realism black in past mourn together  blackened path hip-hop path blackened, together mourn
She was always a mess Scabs on her face Dried blood under her fingernails Her heart throbbed until It crumbled And pieces of it cluttered the floor Like words in my mind that I wanted to say to her
How about we play a game I made it up just for you We'll all run away And you'll be the big scary monster We'll ignore you, avoid you
It's all just a big game you spawn at the beginning you start with nothing and start as nothing. You build yourself up with the misguided influence of others, you must learn all the tips and tricks
When life throws you a curve ball 
I'm a prizefighter and my name is Little Mac.When I fight my opponents, they end up on their backs.I defeat all of my opponents even though they're twice as tall as me.
Social Media is a game controling our life.   Loging on to Facebook Recieving "Likes" Logging on to Twitter Receiving "Favorites" Logging on to Vine Receiving "Revines"  
Once a disassembled existance, I was burdened within a gyre of unending thought. Pressing through time with little resistance, I did what I pleased, knowing naught   Of the troubles to come,
We play simple games These days it's just simple From Monopoly to Candy Land And Scrabble, too Stratego, Risk, you name it We play simple games   We get older, and the games go away
Highschool. New dudes, new chicks. New classes, new cliques. New teacher, new book. thats freshman year, now lets tke another look. Highschool. Another teacher, algebra 2.
My life has a multitude of pieces
Sometimes love isn't enough to keep loved ones from breaking It's part of this game we're all playing, dark against light, Who will win?  
D4 my opening move
New places, new faces Same me. Same girl. The only difference is the new faces She sees look back at her With disdain. Disdain at the music she listened to The clothes she wore
I am waitingDisney college programMy friends are being acceptedDisney college programMerchandise, Quick Food & BeverageDisney college programAcceptancesDisney college programI am waiting
They train us all as children How can we win? When there are only players And no prizes?
Flap Flap Flap (hits pipe) AHHHHH... -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The memories reply over and over in my head Your laughter intermingled with mine And mine with yours Running and squealing Joking and Jumping But all of it isn’t real. You joke around and act
The weight teeters on my shoulders now,made up of things you cannot countbut in sleepless nights, restless days,and so I wonder: should I staythis course to a hazy lesser-known
There are many things that light my fire
Can you hear it? Fiercly flowing, Coursing through your veins? It feels like fire Venemous hatred Aren't there rules to follow in this game? They took all you had and they gave nothing back.
He makes me smile,He makes me giggle,He makes me laugh.A day without him is like a day without the sun,A day without him is like the air with no oxygen,
if you play by the rules you can go far it will take you to places you've never been before but to same is true in a negative light if you cheat the rules it comes back to bite even if your intensions were good 
When asked what I want to be 20 years from now
I spun a ten. Let's start again.
Screw you! Your superiority, Your self-righteousness, Your personality. Screw you! Your attitude, Your martyrism,  Your hate. I'm done trying. To please, To serve,
Birth; Bought into a malicious place.
  Matter under mind
In a corner of the nursery, They play a game called Peek-a-boo. There’s just one rule: Wait. The winner gets a sweet surprise.   In a corner of the playground, They play a game called Tag.
Your generalizations on girls Could be a hidden truth of My worth to you, But in your eyes I spot Total opposite of these "hidden truths". Your worth to me seems So much higher than my Worth to you,
Mr. Sly, your master plan congealed; the thrill of playing the two-tier game is a flaring, formidable forcefield, are gruesome goosebumps hard to tame that fixate instinct on this path
Nobody knows what lies ahead. Nobody knows who will pass the test. Nobody knows where they will end up. They can only hope that they don't mess up. Everyone wants to roll the dice,
  They walk around scared and when we come near they give us odd stares when really we should be the ones with fear when the coppas roll around the gun us down outta no where
Before my foot can fully pass the threshold of your door, I already know what you’re thinking.
I am luring you in with my sarcasm, I am provoking you with my ignorance. My horns peek from underneath my hair as I receive the satisfaction of watching the anger grow within you.
Into the darkness, I reach out a hand, where shadows play and light is banned. My breathes decline and I gasp for air, this has become a deadly game of truth or dare. Do I dare to escape from this place,
  Catch your breathe Release your break Causeless scars Relentless fate.   How to spread your wings when bogged down with living Not a living you prefer But one that is chained 
5, 4, 3, 2, 1, Peek a boo! I laughed so hard I could barely breathe Peek a boo, I don’t know why it’s so funny but I can’t help but laugh
It’s difficult seeing you so content because I’m sure I was never nothing more than a pasttime. You’re like a walking regret that I wish I had the chance to take by the hand And whisper, ‘give me one more chance.’
Warrior or priest The bravest or a coward Doctor and druggie All fit in a puzzle And all are given a part For if we are but players, Is this not just a game? A game filled with uncertainty
My destination was not to your heart, but your mind. Can I trick you into believing your mine? Of course I can, This wouldn't be my first time.
Coach “Coach I want to play soccer” No you’re playing golf The scholarships will give you a better shot “Okay”
The biggest winner is the biggest loser. I settled for less. You settled for perfection. Neither of us won.
I was always a pawn. And you were my king ordering me into battle.
Life is not a game, You’re born to a name. The people you meet will drive you insane, Though most live for that pain.
One, two, three Step on me four, five, six Grab some sticks seven, eight, nine Now you're mine ten, eleven, twelve See you all in hell.
Her reflection It comes and goes As it pleases The air is colder I'm counting the footsteps As I Slowly pace this God-forsaken place What if I can't escape? 5 books, 2 steps, the bed
Go hard, bring the pain Make every single person in the stands remember my name Put the other team to shame And achieve my fame Only one can win this merciless game Shut it all out No such thing as doubt
I know you play for keeps but my God does too. And I can guarantee he is much better than you. He loved me so much he died on a cross. What you bring to the table and what you have done is one in the same; all you offer me is loss.
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