"You're not a writer"
What you'd call this then?
"You're not desire"
Why'd I let you in

It seems no matter what I say or do they all mean nothing to me so to you I ask, which game is rigged?

Strategy?
In my head I've played it for years. How am I still lying to you that I'm pretty good?
You're disgusted since I am not the best.
Oh how can you not relate to the same mess shown differently through a spectrum of hate of memory

Meaning?
I was born speaking it and somehow I've cheated it and am still not enough to be with you. You see me so clearly I must be so easily a diaphanous dress bleeding blessings upon you.

Life?
What standard's so reachable for you to teach the repeatable? you love me, you know me, you get me, you killed me. When should the dead cry? Then should I say goodbye? When would I tell myself I am? I am fine.

The game is rigged you heard me say it.
At least you know I also play it.
Who made us pray, who is a who.
The game is rigged I just told you.

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