I'm more of a poet, softly spoken

i look down as if i've got nothing to smile for
the past is ever present
and the lie is what you stand you for
i crossed the path with many souls
but i didn't know
is that we met according to the feeling that
lets you feel uncomfortable, untouchable
and in the in the end you feel it too
so take the crown as the fool
the primary pawn in this game of chess

protect your queen
sacrifice the less
nothing is important
unless
there's something more to gain
i can call out your name
but your addicted to the game
who's to blame
were all dashing for the finish line
with a fake smile
ive been there too many times
you loved me for the night
but by the end you forget what its like to recite
unless im just too touchy
or all too weird
but i was there when nobody else was near
not that im gone
just i hope i put you in a song
the daylight creeps
as i lose my sleep
thinking about you and me
every warning every implication
said i wont get attached 
but thats a lie 
and i cant think
bad about you 
this is life
too much to be had
and im picking off the scabs
when the past is the present
and the present is the past
look into the skies
seeing eye to eye 
rearranging the clouds that form the night
let it fall on your face
as we forget this place
life is hopefully unworthy
but i was assured it was lovely
and every single soul and every life i touched
was the bottom of the chemicals
that slowly start to rust
then combust
but who am i to trust
when a life is a curse
and noone understands
unless you fake a smile
fake a stand
fake to be a man
im a winner