Everything feels so meaningless Monotonous and boring work Many people can replace me Wasting time that no one values We all know something isn’t right But we pretending not to see A shadow whispers of the price When the truth will come someday The darkness pulls me in again The urge to gamble— hard to fight I chase the thrill I cannot tame Another reckless bet tonight Clinging to a fleeting chance Terrified, yet going all-in Half-wins hold no meaning now God, help me out the hell. "Your wife is lovely," someone says But she feels like a stranger to me Tired of being compared to others Drowning in this misery When I face the truth alone The world stares deeply into me The swelling debt, the heavy guilt A bitter taste of my disease Lost in dreams of turning tides Hoping miracles might pull me in Even when I win, it fades in a flash Devil. save me from the pain I wish I could just walk away Daydream of working with a sense of purpose But then the devil softly speaks: "You’re not made for normal days You've still got cash— come take a seat Let’s gamble all your pain away" But this isn’t money I can afford to lose Grasping at a dying hope Knowing I’ll lose, yet still go all-in Another chip, another loss No more escapes, I can't win Destruction waits with open arms If I surrender, take the blame Will I be allowed to dream again— Or just a prisoner of my shame?
