Perhaps I was too loud when I should've been quiet
Or too quiet when I should've been loud, I don't deny it
I have no idea where things went so wrong
I don't remember the last time my mind felt strong
It seems that as of late it's always weak
I've never had a good winning streak
I've been called a loser before but it's all the same
Got to play the player to win the game
Got to lose a couple pawns to be the new king
But ya see that's the thing
I'm not a knight or a king, I'm the pawn
I get used when the rest have already gone
I'm meant to be sacrificed and cast aside
Sometimes I think no one would really care if I died
Life's a game of chess
Push me forward and we'll put my theory to the test
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem