Set within your lost and found,
Is this a game?
Twists and turns and tricks abound,
Are you afraid?
Of being played?

I'm just here to tell you that you're wrong,
You're just here to fake it til' I'm gone,
There's little else to stand between,
My ailing will,
Your failing dream

Pieces lining up in rows,
Trading cards or trading blows,
The end is met by daylight's glow,
I saw the cheat,
And now I know,
Your game...