Forearms can't cover up lies in hiding.
Counting only makes a sound, while I wait for hours to be found.
So much for making up the rules while we're playing.
Who cares about rules anyways?
They're for mindless fools and child's play.
This time. this time.
It's my turn, it's not your turn. 

Counting helps the hiding, but what I seek I'm not finding.

Ready or Not

Why should it make sense?
Why are you so unspontaneous?
Your way tastes the same as yesterday.
So I'll shift and bite you again.
Draw a mark on your skin that turns you the colour pink.
What exactly will they think of you?
This time. this time.
It's my turn, it's not your turn.

Counting helps the hiding, but what I seek I'm not finding. 

Ready or not

Why are you jealous, over bearing, overzealous?
Is it the lost memory of all those games you played with me?
All those games you played on me...

Counting helps the hiding, but what I seek I'm not finding.

Ready or not