So, you’ve played the fool,
You’ve played the broken hearted,
The wise, old soul.
You’ve shown all of your cards,
There’s nowhere for you to hide,
Your theatrics, masks and plots,
They’ve abandoned you.
What do you have left?
You poor, bleeding heart,
The misery curling in your gut,
Tearing at the seams.
Those old, young and hurt eyes,
They stare back at you,
Wondering where it all went wrong,
You had it all planned.
But life took that away from you,
Took your games, your lies, your truths,
It took your loved ones and your enemies,
Until you meant nothing.
So, tell me, my dear, what cards will you play next?