Colors paint such a wonderful illusion
Of two partners kissing by the shoreline
As intoxicated as they may be
This picture unfolds all too clearly
He's holding her she's laughing
Tomorrow he'll be bragging
Talking in a way so zealous
Try to make his buddies jealous
She'll be telling the exact same tale
But she'll make herself seem less frail
In his mind he's a winner
On her bed he's a sinner
In her mind she was so good
Played her game the best she could
Both of them are so oblivious
That they were chasing the goal
Neither of them know
That the very next night
They won't be in sight
They will do exactly the same thing over again
Just using different colors
Just to paint a similar picture
One that never gets old
No matter how the story is told

It's all just a game of to them

Am I alone in this?
Whatever happened to emotion?
Sweet emotion
I can feel the generation never caring at all
About anyone
I can feel the generation slipping apart
Putting their hips ahead of their hearts

It's all just a game to them

Emotion must be lost nowadays
Like a needle in a stack of hay
Like a bird flying south although it's far
Nobody wants to be who they are
All a game of lies and I'll call you tomorrow's
Maybe it's just how people forget the sorrows
But it's everywhere these days
It's everywhere these days

It's all just a game of to them

I can feel the generation slipping apart
Putting their hips ahead of their hearts

Am I the alone in feeling sweet?
Why have a mouth if you don't have teeth?
It's just like having a body
But they drowned their hearts
And replaced it with hips

 
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