Games we play

Hope is an illusion of the self we truly want
Sincerity is only something we find when we haunt
The deep, inner-sanctum of our souls
We're doomed no matter how the dice rolls

We play this game we can never hope to win
'Cause every time we take our turn, we sin
Never try to cheat your way through
Or you will turn out to be the fool

Being ourselves is a thankless task
So in every life we wear a mask
Living a lie seems fun at first
But as we go on it starts to hurt

Life goes on, no matter what we say
And surely, at some point, we'll rue the day
That we were born, that we die
The day that we gaze upon the starlit sky.