You laugh at those who you play,
The pawns in your silly little game,
You smile when one of them falls,
Yet you do not know the truth,
Those who play the game,
Will be the pawns soon enough,
And you will be the one who,
Is being laughed at,
And you will know the pain,
That comes along with sorrow,
The tears that are shead,
As well as the love that comes with,
And you will know exactly,
What you've put them through,
As the player laughs and laughs,
At your pain, that you had already,
Knowen you would have.