4 Don't Let The Game (Play You) Live

*hahaha yeah man pet, you should get one hahaha* *This one is about the many what the fuck moments we girls often experience* *This is Don't Let the Game Play You* I wake up in the morning, stretch and rub my eyes, Check the mirror, wonder why I scrutinize. My hair’s a mess, but I’ll tame it with some spray, Brush my teeth, wash my face, start a brand new day. I tell myself it’s for me, to feel good, to be strong, But deep down, I wonder, is it right or wrong? Is this routine my choice, or just what they expect, To keep me looking perfect, with no defect? I put on my makeup, layer by layer, Smiling in the mirror, but feeling a little wary there. Who am I doing this for, I ask myself, Is it my desire, or someone else? Trying to find my truth, beneath the mask, In this daily routine, I wear my task. Playing the game, I’m walking the line, Trying to be me, but I’m losing time. Is it my choice, or society’s plan? I just want to feel free, be who I am. Playing the game, with a question mark, Finding my voice in the fading dark. One step at a time, I’m learning to see, Who I am, and who I want to be. Choosing my outfit, oh, what should it be? A skirt so short, or something more modest for me? Designer’s label, or just what I like? Is it for admiration, or just to strike? I pick my shoes, my jewelry, my style, Trying to appear confident, even if it’s a while. Is this look my reflection, or someone’s ideal? Am I dressing for myself, or for the way they feel? Every mirror checks, every glance in the glass, Questioning the reasons, questioning the past. Who am I doing this for, I ask myself, Is it my desire, or someone else? Trying to find my truth, beneath the mask, In this daily routine, I wear my task. Playing the game, I’m walking the line, Trying to be me, but I’m losing time. Is it my choice, or society’s plan? I just want to feel free, be who I am. Playing the game, with a question mark, Finding my voice in the fading dark. One step at a time, I’m learning to see, Who I am, and who I want to be. Then I think about what I eat each day, Healthy or tempting, what’s the price I pay? A salad for health, or cake for fun? Is this choice for my body, or just for someone? I try to stay attractive, to catch a glance, Is it for my confidence, or just a dance? Cooking, dieting, trying to look just right, But what’s the real reason I’m doing it tonight? Is it for my pleasure or a silent demand, To fit into a picture someone else planned? I look in the mirror, searching for me, Is this my life, or just what I see? Breaking free from the script they wrote, Finding my voice, I start to note. Playing the game, I’m walking the line, Trying to be me, but I’m losing time. Is it my choice, or society’s plan? I just want to feel free, be who I am. Playing the game, with a question mark, Finding my voice in the fading dark. One step at a time, I’m learning to see, Who I am, and who I want to be. Then I wonder, what about my dreams? Are they just whispers or silent screams? I hide my hopes behind a busy day, Chasing shadows, pushing fears away. Am I living for me, or someone’s fantasy? Is this routine my cage or my key? I put on a brave face, but inside I cry, Trying to be perfect, trying not to die. Every choice I make, a small rebellion, A secret wish to break free from this shell. It’s time to wake, time to see, Who I am, just being me. No more masks, no more disguise, My true self, I will rise. Playing the game, I’m walking the line, Trying to be me, but I’m losing time. Is it my choice, or society’s plan? I just want to feel free, be who I am. Playing the game, with a question mark, Finding my voice in the fading dark. One step at a time, I’m learning to see, Who I am, and who I want to be. Now I see the truth, I’ve played my part, It’s someone else’s game, but I’ve got a start. I’ll wear my smile, I’ll look my best, But I’ll do it for me, forget the rest. The mirror’s my friend, I’ll own my face, No more hiding, no more chase. Yes, they designed this world, I know it’s true, But now I’ll play smarter—own what I do. I’ll dance to my rhythm, sing my song, Find my own meaning, where I belong. Because I’ve learned, with eyes wide open, This game is mine, and, Now I’ve spoken!