I have the cards of life displayed
On the table, the ace of spades
Has come up many times through
Out the years on this earth. I've
Tried to listen to the wind,
Ever telling me not to go down
A paticular road, but my instincts
Ran wild and I chose the wrong
Path, trying to get away with
Something, ever being the selfish
Martyr. I wanted your attention,
Your pity, hoping that you will
Feel sorry for me and I would
Justify my actions, saying that
It was just "boys being boys"