16. 7. 2013

Bad Part

The eyes and hands they guide
into the woods - after the game.
I eat the pride instead of another bite.
And protect the treasure through fire and flames.

Deep within there's the check-mate made,
and still I reach for chances and aids,
collecting scars fighting demons,
while your face says 'dream on'.

Talks and words are all bullshit,
we play, I quit only if you quit...
some say you can never fight fate,
I turn hopes upside down, no faith,

How could I make the losing move,
when both the opponent and the prize is you...

Some say 'never too late to get laid',
I say never let go of the soulmate.