This is how it all starts out. You've won, and then I struck you from behind, you fall down. Now Im the champion in this game! Now Im the winner that noone can blame...oh yeah...oh..... You say all this smack about being too cheap to play this sort of game, too shy to play truth or dare, will heres a dare! How about you getting the **** out of my hair?! Your just a punk! And you stunk, this whole room with your anger...I....just....want...to win one game...nothing more. I just want to show you how cool I can really become, so let me inside your heart and unlock these barricaded doors. Cuz Im coming in, Im running in, I'll trip you on your way out! Oh...... This is just a game. A game of life. Whoever wins gets to hold the knife! Yeah! This is just a game. A game of life. Whoever loses loses their life, social life...their life...
Reason for writing:
You can be good at whatever you want to be good in, don't listen to what close minded people have to say about it. You won't lose your life, you'll gain more popularity by just being yourself!
Birth sign: Aquarius
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