Game over
The game's gone I didn't even get any game time Now they'll think I don't have any game's They'll never stop picking on me Constantly putting me down I won't even be able to pick myself up I can't really say much I have nothing to show for it It will sound like gibberish I'm constantly warming the bench For who, I don't know Maybe until it gets cold then I can move on
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