Checkmate
by Rorschach· from Remain Sedate
To you
Life's a fucking game
And you're the king
Maneuvering friends
Doesn't mean a thing
Now you're losing them
Ony by one
Your enemy approaches
He's got you on the run
You won't stick your neck out
You won't compromise
You can get by on the manipulation
Of others lives
Making them take the brunt
Of a force you're afraid to confront
Now they're all gone it's too late
Checkmate
Pawns
Are
Gone
You're out of bait
Feel it
As
They focuse their hate
Try to surround yourself
Your walls are breaking
Those you have left
Want to be taken
They see you for what you are
And what you have done
This game is no longer fun
Making them take the brunt
Of a force you're afraid to confront
Now they're all gone it's too late
Checkmate