Full House
It's all in the shuffle
The deck is stacked against you
"Place your bets, it's your last chance!"
Then you fold your hand before you play the game
You never want to sacrifice
Because to you it's all unfair.
So wear that poker face and try to shrug it off
If seeing is believing then you might as well beblind
Because the searching leaves you faithless and the
Outcome undefined
But still you wait for something, for someone, to let
Down
You're losing again
There is never a question it all goes unnoticed
There is nothing to risk or to gain
You're so used to being used to everything
Still, you never want to sacrifice
Because to you it's all unfair
The more that you hold on the more it slips away
Again and again, you try to make some sense
But it all turns out the same
What has changed?
Then you find that you're just the same
As anybody
So tell me now, who is left to blame?
Autor(es): Chris Johnson / Christopher Hughes / Cooter
