Chapter 4 of 27

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there is this game that i'm constantly playing;

where i'm the one who is losing

and whose heart is breaking.

where you're the one who is winning

and i'm the one who is falling;

but this fall is never ending

and there's no one to be catching.

so i fall and i'm reaching

the point where i'm breaking

and my heart is slowly tearing

but god, this is tiring.

wonder why i'm still not quitting?

'cause i am still hoping

and i am still wishing

that one day i'll be waking

up in the morning

and you will be telling

what i always wanted to be hearing

that you're finally falling;

again.