LYRIC FOR SALE

By Caitlyn Callery

Has anyone told you you're living a lie?
Have you ever stopped and asked yourself why?
Did you ever consider how I would feel
When you threw away the love I thought was real?
No, you didn't. To you it's just a game.
You'll take the win, but you won't take the blame.

And how can you live with yourself late at night?
Do the nightmares make you turn on the light?
Do you cross yourself and then pray for a sign?
The lamp at your feet that makes your way shine?
No, you do not. To you, it's just a game.
You'll take the win, but you won't take the blame.

Ice on your soul, cold from the start.
Happy hour for the collector of hearts.
A reason to go out, an excuse to stay in,
Quickening tempo, change partners again.

Ice on your soul burns in your kiss.
Arrow on your bow. And you never miss.
A feather in your cap or a knife in your hand?
A desp’rate hilltop to make your last stand.

You laugh too loud for it to be real.
I don't think you know how you really feel.

Anyone can see that you're living a lie
But have you stopped and asked yourself why?
Do you cross yourself and then pray for a sign?
A lamp in the darkness, a light that will shine?
No, you do not. To you it's just a game.
You take the win, you never take the blame.