Days are hard, years are worse, time to release the nightmares of this curse. In control of a plane that's crashin, seein waves of tears about to dive in. These girly fears, give me shear hatred. Hatred of love, and what I've become. Days are hard, years are worse, these people don't know, don't know the pain of this curse. All the people know is the game. They play the game, no fear, nor shame. So when it happens, I say checkmate, the game has been played. They have found their fear or shame, and found this game has a name, the name of life, if thats what it shall be called, i think of it as the game. The game that cant be won, only played by the strong, and the weak, quickly picked out from the game of your dreams. Days are hard, years are worse, she wanted me to write so here I am, words of pain, words of failure. This is my fault, the fault of love. Now locked in a case, a case that is my heart.