You played a game and you won,
but you don’t see the damage you’ve done.
The fire is already burning.
Way too many are hurting,
but you don’t care anyhow.
It’s spreading too fast to stop it now.
You’ve poured too much gas on the heart,
and in the grip of your hands, you tore it apart.
You let the pieces fall too fast to catch,
and lit them on fire with the strike of a match.
Now, the fire is running low,
as we near the end of your show.
All you’ll see are ashes,
while the foundation of love crashes.