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i may seem like i'm playing a game
but i'm not

i'm pushed into a corner
driven up against a wall
there's only one way left for me to go
i didn't want things to be this way either
but i'm left with no choice
this is the only way left
for me to preserve ure heart

some may find me cruel
you might misunderstand
but i don't really care
just as long as you're okay
i don't mind

fighting against the circumstances pushed to me, i can only struggle feebly. for how can you row a pitifully inadequate raft up a raging waterfall? i'll just be thankful that i'm not dashed to pieces against the rocks, yet.

caged crickets are beautiful to look at, but their spirits are pretty much broken. i'll rather admire them in the fields where they are free to go wherever they want.

wouldn't you want that too?