I wander on the frozen street
With teary eyes and weary feet.
There's no one here for me to meet.
No one to share in my defeat.

It's like a game, my friend,
Without a scoreboard at the end.
Sometimes you wonder why
It makes you feel so high,
And other times you struggle to get by.

There's magic in the silent air.
But can it help a life so bare?
When no one really seems to care
For me

It's like a game, my friend,
Without a scoreboard at the end.
Sometimes you wonder why
It makes you feel so high,
And other times you struggle to get by.

But, when you're five feet under ground,
That's when things start to turn around.
It's when you're lost that you get found,
You see:

Life's just a game, my friend.
You choose your own path at the end.
Sometimes it gets you high,
Sometimes you want to cry,
But you can choose the ground or choose the sky.

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