The game is over
I lost this round
I thought I could win more
But what I actually found
Was it worth a try?
No I wouldn’t say it
The price was too high for someone like me to pay

But what is the use
of regretting what it’s done?
Wouldn’t I do it again if another chance would come?
I’ve become so bitter over who I’m supposed to be sweet
Still I’m eager to be offered another treat

I thought it trough and I’ve come to conclusion
That I tend to put a side to end up the confusion
I try to save myself of suffering this pain
with the trade of losing any possible game
Watching every step,
Building up a fiction
Searching my way out of a condemned mind field

The game is over
And I’ve lost my bet
Now all I can play with is a dawn empty threat
But what is it worth if it’s against your well?
How would I know if your really care for me still?

I thought it trough and I’ve come to conclusion
That I tend to put a side to end up the confusion
I try to save myself of suffering this pain
with the trade of losing any possible game
Watching every step,
Building up a fiction
Searching my way out of a condemned mind field