It was not a game
It was more than that
It was what he always wanted
But actually never had
He was not a monster
Nor was he a saint
He just wanted to be in control
But always lost it in a flash
He had some good days and some bad
But he never was rude
Nor was he ever sad
He lived carefree
And wanted everybody else to be tension free
He slept a little
But dreams he always had
For them to be accomplished
He gave whatever he had
He was passionate
He had spark in his eyes
But not everybody could see it
Because he was good with disguise
He was good at stealing hearts
As he had no heart of his own
He lost it somewhere down the road
And just wanted to figure out what’s behind those close doors.
