Everybody's Fool

Life seems to be nothing but a game
Some know how to play better than the rest
And it can bring out one's shame
And how to get over the damage is the true test

How many people wish they can count on one hand how many times they been played?
I for one wish I never had my eyes open to it
But it's funny because I still feel like my eyes are shut in what we've made
The hopeless romantic, the sensitive (aka "the weak") are just thrown in the pit

Over and over it's a new game with the same result
It's a never-ending tournament with one another
With love being our deepest insult
And I've been everybody's fool for still believing in it for that "special" other

So here I stand with what's left of my heart on my sleeve
Too paralyzed to run from what I'm unable to escape
Only time will tell how much longer I'll be able to breathe
And only time will tell how much longer I can go with nothing left to say