The smiles she fakes
are always the same
she realizes shes just another player
in this rusted game
the rules are bent
made to be broken
she’ll lose again
and be almost on her own
for she cant cheat
yet he has forsaken her
made up a book of lies of his own
for in the morning she will see
what has yet to be shown
as he goes along
shes living her life almost alone
he comes back to her at night with a merry song
not knowing just how much he owes
in the early morning they wake
her book of lies
now put on display
the world sees clearly
what could not be seen before
hes time is up
but he’ll turn over the hour glass
just one more time to make sure
but the pages from his book are being read
while hers have already been showed
9 moths later the game goes on
each edit their books
but soon enough time shows
for she is young and not quiet ready
with him, yet almost alone
he is blind but can no longer deny
the truth which now he sees
while he was braking all the rules
he thought she was on her own
almost the truth but he didn't
inside of her lay something else
a hope which might polish the rust out
a hope to once again make the surface appear clean
a hope which brings the players up to 3
