I was in a wild game.
And though I knew how to play,I let myself get outplayed.
Now I feel weak to play anymore.
I was formerly a tree full of leaves.
And though I knew how to survive in the drought, I let my leaves wither and die.
Now I feel too dried to grow anymore.
I let the stakes become too high, and I gambled with my heart along the line.
I let them toss me around like a coin. And I was the die, dancing to every damn throw.
All these for them... but I was still called EVIL.
I offered a towel when they cried, and a hand when they fell face flat.
Only to be stoned to rejection by these...