The Game

Raindrops hit the window pane
While I just sit and stare
I wonder if life is just a game
Where nobody plays fair

Perhaps we are all just game pieces
Our fate determined by the roll of the dice
As we advance our face creases
Our skin, cold as ice

Eventually we draw the death card
Just like that our time is up
We let go with disregard
We just choose to give up

Our coffin goes six feet under
Like a game board to a box
I think I just heard thunder
So I look at the clock

I fear my time is almost gone
I have a little while to say adieu
I've been crying since it was dawn
Because I don't want to say goodbye to you