My friend is sleeping on the floor
Surrounded by a puddle of red water
He isn't breathing anymore
Neither are his mother or father
We were playing a simple game
The last one to fall asleep wins
It got boring having everything be the same
So I sank a blade into their esophagus within
The red and blue lights flashed and a man said I was bad
They put me in time- out and it made me sad.
But I got orange cloths and we played robbers and cops
And I watched laughing as my sleeping cellmate drops.
I dug his eyes out with a spoon
And a white van came soon
They placed me in a room with pillows on every wall
The room wasn't very wide or tall
So now I sit on my bed and mope
Sitting here wearing my nice white coat

You're a bit rough around the edges and slightly rude
You are my guardian, my sister, my friend
Your methods of life lessons for me may be crude
But you mean the best for me, not a false pretend
You are my blood, my life, my flesh
And every moment with you I cherish
I love you, my dear sister
And I want you to remember that forever

A game is just a game
Many have said this, and I am one to blame
But for the gamer at heart, it means so much more
The ability to escape the reality from before
Going on an adventure or quest
Or battling over which strategy is best
Fighting by fellow gamers against an impossible foe
Being able to destroy or create wherever you go
Surviving an endless horde of undead
But this doesn't stop the lie that is said
For a game is not just a game
And if you saw one through my eyes, you would say the same