Pawn

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?