He was a master of the game
Playing the cards he had been dealt
He was the king of pain
Had his fun then he is done
Moving on to his next queen
Someone must have done a real number on him
Must of made him feel the pain
That is how he got to ******* his players
and how he came to loving the game

She had a body that wouldn't quit
and was a looker all the same
She became the cheese for the trap
Making the men holler out her name
She says you cannot play a player
Who has already won the game
Cannot cheat a cheater
Who thinks the other is to blame

It seems everyone plays games
Promises are not kept...especially to ourselves
Lines are crossed time and time again
Which then resembles a tangled web
The web spins our dreams and hopes
Faster spin...spinning
Until those dreams become fears
That become thin...thinning
Until your left with just a string