Games.

Ropes and razors, pills and guns,

aren't these games, oh so much fun.

It's a fun game, im not joking,

bullets and blood, and maybe some choking.

A cut just here, a scar right there,

before you know it, they're everywhere.

 bullet to the chest, i'll sleep over there in bed,

how about just a bullet, a bullet to the head.

Sleeping, no, not just for a day,

im talking about sleeping, and just going away.

A body in the air, slowly falling down,

a body in the water, trying hard to drown.

A person full of smiles, but it was all pretend,

and though these games were fun, they has come to an end.