You treat me like a pawn I refuse to be the king the more that we believe is right the more we fail to see the queen is just a con your move has lost its sting see through the squares of both our lives at what we're meant to be Getting through to you is like spitting into the wind you always come back in my face been telling me so long you play the game to win your losses will be your disgrace I've been trying to play your game for years it's brought me nothing but pain and tears and even though I can't pretend I'll be around to play again it shouldn't be you versus me You treat me much too kind you treat me much too cruel I know your style and patient smile with you there are no rules with silent words you speak we search out our next move your looks can kill, my thoughts you steal there's nothing left to prove Looking straight through you I'll face the wind again I can hear it calling my name I glance across the board there's nothing to defend distance made you lose your aim I've been trying to play your game for years it's brought me nothing but pain and tears and even though I can't pretend I'll be around to play again why should it be you versus me?