He said. She Said. I said.
I won't be a piece in your petty chess set.
Each of us gaze down, contemplating the next move.
In a game we're all bound to lose.
We're all pathological liars, to eager to prove our point.
And yet we continue to lie, holding our pride.
Because, we believe we are right.
Hiding, true truths.
We're all too sick to walk away.
Lost in the fear of ending the game?
Stuck in the trap of us all being right.
Because some how we just love to fight.
We can't move on,
We're stuck in a mental trap.
And yet we hate the game.