The Game Is Over

Never had this kind of fear by gone
I'll make it off for you
But is that slip up? I'm mess-up, and hang-up
Can't understand it
What the hell is thing that makes you smile?

Turn down with pieces of the lie
No way to take back
I'm afraid I still can't find the things
No need to stay on, if we cannot make it up

Never had this kind of fear by gone
Never had let down on my own
Just wanna stop this game with you, it's over
I'll make it off for you
But is that slip up? I'm mess-up, and hand-up
Can't understand it
What the hell is thing that makes you smile?

Just now, I decided to click on
Winding-up A to Z
Running out, drying up
Will see myself passing over
Bye for now