The Pawns We Move

Baby, we're all guilty,
Of life's many pleasures...
The roses given are wilting,
Just buried with the treasures...

But that's how it goes,
When friends put on false shows...
So much they are trying to prove,
Designed to lose...
That's just the pawns we move...

Thinking you're the loser,
Will never get you to victory lane...
Thinking you're the chooser,
Will only lead you to a world of pain...

But that's the way it goes,
When the mind you keep is always closed...
Waiting for someone to approve,
Designed to lose...
That's just the pawns we move...
The pawns we move...