Enviciado
D-mente
Addicted
Sometimes I ask for too much
Addicted to anxiety
This hand is for me
I want to keep my luck
The game has the control
I doubt, I believe without seeing
I think today I'll be the king
I'm going for my throne again
Everyone has their role
We blur the choice
Without realizing that everything has its worth
Winning isn’t the prize
Without knowing what it was to lose
Reality becomes faithful and at the same time cruel
In the game of life, there are two
The extremes that will divide,
the best from the worst
The wheel spins randomly
Throwing off my thoughts
To miss is almost fatal
It invalidates the tenacious.
