13-1

Failure haunts me like death. 

I would rather be dead than to have this feeling that I do right now. 

Alone. Scared. Wet. 

I admit defeat.

Emotion this strong can’t possibly be held in for too long.

The tears are just precipitation from which the bottle my emotions were held in. 

This is a broken record.

This is a broken record. 

It was all too good. 

I am in love.

Undefeated?

Happy?

Happy?

I am in love.

The best group of men assembled.

My body worn down from the exhaustion I put into this game. 

I put my heart into this shit. 

This is a broken record. 

My heart consists of two things. 

The person I love and this game.

This is a broken record. 

The rings were made. 

The rings were made. 

I was going to tell the girl of my dreams I was madly in love with her. 

Ms. I still am madly in love with you. 

It just would have made our story so much better. 

This is a broken record.

For it is my fault in the end. 

Every Movie has a tragedy. 

I made this game a show Premiering every Friday night starting at 7.

It is my fault for telling everyone to get their popcorn ready. 

Because in my mind we were in Hollywood 

Reality strikes as easy as a toothpick snapping. 

The storyline was too damn good. 

We all knew that. 

I would rather be forgotten than to be the bad example.