This Game

If you look away
I will follow
When the time has come
To say goodbye
Your path will take you
Through tomorrow
I’ll sit back
And I can sigh
Not a judgement
From selfish poetry
Be yourself
This only moment we
Can free ourselves
From our beliefs
You can laugh or you can cry
You are free
This game we’re playing
This game we’re playing
Can we fix this addiction?
This game we’re playing
This game we’re playing
Can we fix this addiction?
You come to me.
I came.
You’ve been everything I’ve asked for.
The butcher, the baker, the candle maker
I’ve never had anymore.
The cruel logic
Behind the choice
Where’s it’s stem?
Better yet, where’s it’s root?
Fear itself but of course
A plan projected for a fool.
This game we’re playing
This game we’re playing
Can we fix this addiction?
This game we’re playing
This game we’re playing
Can we fix this addiction?
I can ask the pointed question
Can i treat myself right?
what do i change?
How do I walk away?
what would be my type?
You have a shot
Nature’s own
Ease of stride
Peace be known
A place called home
And a space alone
A face on every corner
This game we’re playing
This game we’re playing
Can we fix this addiction?