Because Its a possible game.
For sure, I mean:
I will try always more than my best
I'll try my trash
My shit and fucked ass.
No reserve.
No deserve.
This game of life
Of lie
Of rip and cry
This game is only one kind of write.
I won't forget that green chair.
I won't forget the chairs
Even If I Forget The Money To Buy Them.
Sorry. I can't make it over hard
It is simples as the fog.
Great
Slowly
I can see it starting and draw
Show me how you're going turn around.
How will you dismiss this this?
For today I am a man
For tomorrow I'll be a child
And even after it all
I'll be only time
Whereno rise.
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