No hope.

Desperate.

It takes time. It takes seconds.

To feel the way it comes, the way it steps in.

The way I laugh, the way I act it,

It’s just a matter who understands this.

The truth, the one that I am hiding,

Has been injected into veins.

There are no ways to get the gains,

Since I am the one that know the game.

The God as judge is watching match,

And tries the best to fit the match.

There are no winners, there is no hope

As long as I don't let the rope.