Game Start

So it’s a start of the brand new day
Been sick and tired of the same old boring ways
The dealt hand retains a lifeless prey
But I still draw my winning . . I am the Joker!

Fake out!! It’s by chance? Dealer’s circumstance?
Doubting every second

Tired of this ordinary arid new game
The given card becomes winner’s hand
My eyes are locked on you

It’s GAME CHANGER
Who’s the one given the right to choose what’s right?
Empty future spreading wide in front
Nothing written and so bright
Harmonizing choices, goals and answers is my right
Only, only mine, this is my life

There is no turning back
From lying world’s attack
Resetting button don’t do no good in this world
Let’s change the scenario
Hey ya writer, like a, liar

It’s proper, standard, walkin’ walkin’ in the regular normal route
A common conversation
I’ve heard that line once too

Best and the worst excuses wining, wondering, letting me go “tomorrow will help”
I know I’ll just keep on doin’ the same, repeat it

There is no turning back
From lying world’s attack
Which one of you is, the real fake one

Kick out　Boring decks piled up in front of you
Wake up　Hey! Natural! Everyday has reasons it’s true
Fake out　It’s by chance? Dealer’s circumstance?
Doubting every second

A good luck or promised winner’s race
Let answers match each other, find the way
I’m a

It’s GAME CHANGER
Even inevitable things can be overwritten
The final plot, the last page, after all it’s my story
It may feel like a losing game, but it’s up to you to find glory
There’s no more looking back

No matter how much you dress up and hide yourself
Even if you show that you’re powerful
Till the end, the final episode is just a lonely uninhabited place inside
The word “accidental” can’t explain, how the real ending of this story will end
Can’t let it end, not just yet

If this world was all created only 5 seconds ago
Even if this memory is just a newly born
It is none other and no one else but myself who can prove my life
Open your eyes . . . right now

It’s GAME CHANGER
Who is the one given the right to choose what’s right?
Empty future spreading wide in front
Nothing written and so bright
Let’s run through until that time when you find your name
When the end roll flows and shows your life

Even reality
Even dishonesty
A real without a reset button within
I won’t regret it anymore

Writer, like a, liar, byebye