The Pain
Why does life always have to have many roads.
And no one ever knows where it goes.
And no matter what you do or say.
That hurt remains the same.
Some stupid little mind game.
Opening doors
Finding roads
That lead no where.
Looking for a clue.
Searching for codes.
That aren't really there.
No matter what door you open.
The road feels the same.
May be a different scene.
But not a different game.
One door is love.
One door is pain.
No matter what you choose.
Its still the same game.
So why choose a path when its all the same.
Is there even a right path?
See i knew it was a game.
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