Your Loss
I’m not really sure what your goal is
Or what you’re hoping that you will gain
But the reason your heart is so cold is
You are immune to others and their pain
Can’t you see that my heart is aching?
Or that my soul is growing weary?
If you stay on the path that you’re taking
I must say our future looks dreary
I can’t take this game any longer
Soon I’ll have to hold up my white flag
More and more I’m beginning to ponder
If this is another win in your bag
My point is, my dear, that I’m finished
And I just thought I’d stop by and say
That your victory has been diminished
Can’t win a game you don’t know how to play