I have made my mistakes
I have a record in red
though most of them are fake
I own up to them
and smile instead.

I also have had hits,
pretty sure you have a record, 
not looking for a red carpet
just for claps and bits.

I am sure you got yours too,
the mighty have risen
and from up high they have fallen
ever so brazen

So why play games, 
when we can play together?
I got toys for fun
for evenings and the sun

Why don't you come to me?
I got room, stay close to me
You know, it really doesn't have to be,
it's simple, it we let it be. 

I got my bruises
you can seem them if you want,
they decorate my skin
I'll tell you the stories if you want. 

My eyes have gone dry
but my stomach has hurt too
I've made my mother upset,
and this has made my dad go blue.

Can't say that I am proud
I do my best to be humble
I've got blood in my hands
and it flows out of my veins.

So why play games?
Why chase and not seek?
See each other because
we stand so close
We play by the cliff
you know we're not foes
Why don't you come to me?
My place is small
but I got room
It really doesn't have to be
even in the Fall
flowers can bloom