A game of sinister irony
For I was played a fool
To be the only one who knew not of the reality
And made to act a role too cruel
If I were the queen of spades
The he a wild cared of a joker
If I a helpless, newborn child
He, my manipulative murderer
I may not feel, still I am not corrupt
The sanity of the days are too quick to escape
I, the hunter
You, the bullet
I meant not to damn another to such fate
But alas, I was outplayed
By you, who knows not of mercy
Who has my will shattered beyond repair
And my freedom locked in an unbreakable cage
Now I must do what any trapped must
With no hope of winning
Yet I must play on
Maybe the chains will wear away when the game has been played
