Forearms cant cover up lies in hiding.
Counting makes the only sound, while I wait for hours to be found.
So much for making up rules while were playing.
Who cares about the rules anyway?
Theyre for mindless fools and childs play.
This time, yeah this time.
Its my turn, its not your turn.
Counting helps the hiding, but what I seek Im not finding.
Ready or not.
Why should it make sense?
Why are you so unspontaneous?
And why does your way sound the same as yesterday.
So Ill shift and bit again.
Draw a mark on your skin that turns you the color pink.
What exactly will they think of you?
This time, yeah this time.
Its my turn, its not your turn.
Counting helps the hiding, but what I seek Im not finding.
Ready or not.
Why are you jealous, over bearing, verzealous?
What for? Is it the lost memory of all those games with me?
All those games you played on me...
Counting helps the hiding, but what I seek Im not finding.
Ready or not.
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