Time keeps slipping away.
It is a game, we must play.
We fight hard, but we lose the battle day to day.
Life is a war that can not be won.
That's not to say, it can't be fun.
War is hell, and life isn't always well.
Some choose to play the game.
Others wish not to stay.
In the End, we've played.
Different endings we have made.
Life is something we've all had.
Everyone's different and that's what makes me mad.
No one knows what you're game is like.
In no one war, have they fought the same fight.
Everyone thinks that they know how it is.
Everything seems to be not so bad (to them).
No one knows how my battle was lost.
No one knows how my game was played.
No one knows the hells this war has shown me.
No one knows.
But me.