Do you remember being a kid And video games meant everything? When you died, or lost, It was the end of the world. It was just fundamentally wrong To say, “It’s just a game.” But it was just a game. None of it was real. And yet you shoved so many people away Because they didn’t “get it.” You were so angry and you shouted And you blamed everyone else When really, who else’s fault could it be Other than your own?