Played

Nothing can help me, it's a waste of time.

Why am I always faced with places I find tasteless?

And why does this rhyme have some kind of weight to it?

Like there's a fate to it.

I want to survive but there's a date to it.

I want to thrive but there's a wait to it.

I want to strive for something great but there's a faith to it.

And I can't shake the feeling that it's all fake and I'm dealing with all snakes.

I'm trying to heal from a fall from grace.

And they're trying to steal my soul for games.

Was it all for praise?

Was it all for a raise?

I was lost in a fall, a maze, for more than days.

There's a roar when sit there and pause, look at the core for ways.

I was yours to play.