Broken Pawn

It is not you that's gonna be
the slow and pointless death of me -
It is these hours when I find
myself alone inside my mind.

Because wherever I dare look,
I see a chess game, queen, king, rook...
But all the moves I ever try,
just seem to end with a goodbye.

A pawn like me could be a king!
It hurts me too much not to cling,
to that majestic, simple thought...
That's really all I ever sought.

If only you could somehow teach
a secret move that lets me reach
this endgame that I want the most,
where I am loved - despite the cost.

The thought that fills my sleepless nights,
Is that, like often, I was right -
There never was a move to make,
My heart was always meant to break.

And maybe that's what hurts the most,
Before it starts, the game was lost.
But fate invited me to play,
now it won't let me have my way.

These rules seem broken, do they not?
Or maybe I have just forgot
that you should never take a chance,
with stories written in advance.

I never asked for such a game,
yet there is no one else to blame.
I'm out of moves and out of hope,
Since with a smile you tied the rope.

A broken pawn, beside the board,
That's all I have to look toward.
Upon a pillow filled with screams,
I'll leave the remnants of my dreams.

I'll eat the ash of bridges burned,
I'll know my place, and lesson learned,
I'll wither slowly, out of sight...
I played as black, and you were white.