It's all in the shuffle,
the deck is stacked against you
"Place your bets, it's your last chance!"
Then you fold your hand before you play the game
You never want to sacrifice,
because to you it's all unfair
So wear that poker face and try to shrug it off

If seeing is believing then you might as well beblind,
because the searching leaves you faithless and the
outcome undefined
But still you wait for something, for someone, to let
down
You're losing again

There is never a question it all goes unnoticed,
there is nothing to risk or to gain
You're so used to being used to everything

Still, you never want to sacrifice,
because to you it's all unfair
The more that you hold on the more it slips away

Again and again, you try to make some sense
But it all turns out the same
What has changed?
Then you find that you're just the same
as anybody
So tell me now, who is left to blame?