This world is a big arcade
and everyone's here for the victim play.
You cry you win,
you stay strong for nothing.
Your grief is weighted by your show,
not by the fake smile you wear.
No one has time to peek into heart,
What matters is your every tear.
Let your ego go to hell,
and make people know your intentions.
Oh you're the victim here,
must have been here for some attention.
Attention, attention, attention,
I'll give it all to you if it will lessen your pain.
You show and I don't,
doesn't mean the intensity of the grief isn't the same.
This world is a big arcade,
Dear victim, you're the winner of this game.