• and as love courses through our veins kissing is our game and then mysterious eyes watch every move that i make. friendly faces dieing random places. i ... i don't want to die, see tears run down your eyes this game that we play feel all the same the lies that we make just don't stop. love is a game for compulsive lie's dance and die in my mind and so i sit here wondering can i live through this game just to see your face again.