[Storyteller.]

I don’t wanna talk
about the things we’ve gone through.
Though it’s hurting me,
now it’s history.
I’ve played all my cards
and that’s what you’ve done too.
Nothing more to say,
no more ace to play.

The winner takes it all,
the loser standing small.
Beside the victory -
that’s her destiny.

I was in your arms,
thinking I belonged there.
I figured it made sense,
building me a fence,
building me a home,
thinking I’d be strong there.
But I was a fool
playing by the rules.

The gods may throw a dice,
their minds as cold as ice,
and someone way down here
loses someone dear.
The winner takes it all,
the loser has to fall.
It’s simple and it’s plain
Why should I complain?

But tell me, does she kiss,
like I used to kiss you?
Does it feel the same
when she calls your name?
Somewhere deep inside,
you must know I miss you.
But what can I say?
Rules must be obeyed.