Into A Game
I never thought it could come to this,As you sit there crying,Hanging on with your fingertipsTo something that's already dead.Now we're into a gameAnd it's all a bit strange.
Once on a time we were sincere;Now, we're acting charades,Hiding behind cracked imagesFrom other people's stages;Now, we're into a game,And it's all a bit strange,But familiar, tooThe rules never change; I know it, but do you?
I've seen it all before,And this play no longer moves me,But the closing of a doorIs never easy.