The Broken

You brought a knife to a gun fight,

And boy were you ill prepared.

We dueled the game of love,

And I won our little dance.

Maybe there was something else in your eyes,

But all I've ever learned from love

Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you.

You came blindfolded to a staring contest

You didn't see what you were heading into

I saw you crash and burn.

We played the game of love.

You accepted my gambits,

You fell for my moves

You played checkers on a chessboard and on the endgame when you uttered "i love you"

I yelled "checkmate"

We played the game of love and you started to forget it was a game

We were not destined for a happily ever after

After all,

Love meant prison,

And i cut myself free.

We played the game of love,

And i played it well

In other words i cheated.

I fed sweet words to your mind,

And i reconstructed your broken heart.

I assembled your bits and pieces

I made you whole again

Just to break you after.

You were falling for me,

Darling, I was playing tetris...

-The Broken Hallelujah (First Half)