I cried myself to sleep again
last night,
thinking about you
and the rest of them.

You're just like them,
aren't you?

Scared to love someone
other than yourself.
Playing your best hand
every time I accuse you
of bluffing.

Play the player! Not the game!

Well the player somehow
still ends up playing me,
taking every last chip
through strategy and the luck
of a charmer.

We keep playing even though
I have nothing else to bet,
nothing to put on the table.
You already took everything
that I had, but still
expecting more every time.

I'm tired of playing
this game,
with men like you.

Who decided
the king
out ranks
the queen?

Defeated,
Sabrina.