What's your game?

You wanna know. You wanna feel what ticks inside me?
Take a look, inside my head, inside my veins, run through my system!
Pin me down & look around & pick my mind.
Tell me what you find.
Find the fuse... & turn it off. Shut me down so I can catch my breath again.
Well it's not okay by me.
In spite of all the facts.
No... it's not okay by me.
I never said it was okay.
Break me down & bend my will until it gives, to see what happens if I fall flat to the ground, then would I bounce & come back stronger?
Or what if... consider this: I might be fake & overrated. Canterfeit. I hate to say: it's not for real but it's what keeps me breatin'.
And it's perfectly clear to me, that if I keep it close to me, what I embrace & hold so dear, in the end it will kill me!!