Might

I sit on a bench

I drink my jack

I count the people who played behind my back

I feel so sad

I feel that my brain got hacked

I suddenly see everywhere in black

I am drawning in question marks

I cant breathe thats your fault

Oh shut up hold that thought

Do you expect me to believe you

Did I convince you thats its not true

Its just a game that we supoused to play to