Too many to spec, not anybody to play. This world's gone all yellow with no blue in sight... Explosions once everywhere are now nowhere to be seen; and I wonder if one day I will believe in it again. Whenever I feel like a game I am withdrawn to solitude Why did I ever come here? I don't know but I'm here now and here I'll stay I think that's my way. Balls sitting alone without any hope Movement is seldem heard or noticed I can't feel the gravity of the situation anymore I have no awareness. It just feels hopeless. But some day I will believe again. I hope. Where has the olden days gone When I played with fun and had a good time Where have those days gone I don't know, but I have today and I will live for the moment and believe.