[Intro] |      |      | 3x [Verse 1] Sister I have come to clear my name Or at least try to Is there something to free me from this pain Oh what did I do now [Pre-Chorus 1] Following so many rules Making so many mistakes It keeps getting away from me [Chorus] Because this life is a game I don’t know how to play So many lies and disguises I can’t tell what’s fake But I can tell by the same sad look on your face You and me We are the same   [Verse 2] Like stepping into traffic with a hand over my eyes Feeling helpless to the tide  I try to run but its the same thing еvery time We fight this war from diffеrent sides [Pre-Chorus 2] But we never knew the rules Bend follow or to break Lost in this place [Chorus] Because this life is a game I don’t know how to play So many lies and disguises I can’t tell what’s fake But I can tell by the same sad look on your face You and me We are the same [Instrumental] |      |      |      |   | [Bridge] Under my breath I’ve said your name A thousand times I’d save your life If you’d save mine I feel your pain Do you feel mine? [Instrumental] |      |      | [Chorus] Because this life is a game I don’t know how to play        Because this life is a game I don’t know how to play So many lies and disguises I can’t tell what’s fake But I can tell by the same sad look on your face You and me We are the same [Outro] This life is a game that I don’t know how to play         This life is a game that I don’t know how to play         I don’t know how to play I don’t know how to play                   [Ending] | #/     | /     | 3x

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À propos de la chanson

Cette chanson évoque les luttes internes et les frustrations face à une vie qui semble être un jeu aux règles obscures. Le protagoniste cherche à comprendre ses erreurs et à soulager sa souffrance, tout en réalisant qu’il n’est pas seul dans son désespoir. Les métaphores de la circulation et de l'incompréhension soulignent une sensation d'impuissance et la bataille constante entre les faux-semblants et la réalité. À travers des paroles touchantes, il se sent perdu dans un monde où il peine à distinguer le vrai du faux, tout en cherchant un lien avec l'autre, dans la douleur partagée.