Oct 4, 2008, 7:05 AM |


"And all her whispers find

purchase deep inside my mind.

Cause me to lose my way,

til’ I’m left far behind.


And all my pretty pawns,

disappear as comes the dawn.

Every square takes on her name,

til’ all my hope is gone.


Now, tell me –

is that playing fair?

To distract me in that way?

Or do you even care –

just the way things are today?


And, tell me –

would you do the same?

Say, 'It happens all the time.

Anymore, everything’s a game --

that time has erased all lines.'"