Lyca

I thought we were only playing a game
A secret club
A passing wish
For closeness between friends

The rules seemed so easy to follow at first
Making them up as we went
Only once we started playing
I realized there was no way for it to end

Whose turn is it?
Is it my time?
Tell me your story, and I’ll tell you mine
Will it send shivers down your spine?

A patch of darkness in the light
Or a little tunnel on the slide
It matters not what’s behind those doors
It only matters that it’s yours

The clock is ticking, time to go
Crack it open, begin the show
Just what you’ll tell, no one knows
And you’ll just have to let it go

It’s a game that’s played with no winners
No points to be had
Only martyrs, saints and sinners

With a price to pay at every turn
There’s no honor, or any wit
In something made just for you to quit

It doesn’t matter what you believe
This game’s design is to deceive
Which role you’ll play remains to be seen
Will you choose yourself? Or take one for the team?

And that’s the way the story goes
On and on, forever it seems
I can only try to choose love every time
Even if it means living in a dream

Wish I’d never started, never played
For me this game means only loosing
No bargain or sacrifice can make it go away
I’ll just have to keep trying to seize the day