Your Game (Breakbeat Draft)

I don't try your game
I don't want to play
I keep holding on

Why are you telling all these lies (Ahh)
Why are they telling all these lies (Ahh)

I was not armed to face your hate
I was not armed to feel so sore
I was not armed to cry until
The crowd was crying out for more
Why are you telling all these lies
Why are you telling all these lies
Why are they telling all these lies
Why are they telling all these lies

I don't try your game
I don't want to play
I keep holding on
I keep hanging on

I don't try your game
I don't want to play
I keep hanging on
I keep holding on

I was not armed to face your hate
I was not armed to feel so sore
I was not armed to cry until
The crowd was crying out for more
Why are you telling all these lies
Why are you telling all these lies
Why are they telling all these lies
Why are they telling all these lies

I don't try your game
I don't want to play
I keep hanging on
I keep holding on

I keep holding on
I keep holding on
I keep holding on