Chosen again
Chosen again,
I peer out of the glass wall
You stare back at me,
As if you can really see me.
The truth is, you cannot see me
Unless the game cube is on.
I usually am bits of programs
Until you turn on the game cube.
Here we go again
Can't you use me better?!
I can beat them on my own,
But you are taking away my victory.
