Confined to the game I dared to play

Clearly, I’ve lost the hand.

Forced to meet my heart’s demand.

To meet its requirements I lose myself,

Visions of you my soul has dwelled.

But inside your heart I do not see me.

But instead I see her, and lovely is she.

You take her in your arms.

I look from afar, fading, falling

My palms are hot, my skin is crawling

You cannot see me, nor the pain in my face

You can’t see my love, just her embrace.

Yet I am forced to protect you, and shield your eyes.

I won’t let love hurt you; I’d rather die.

And until my wrenched heart will set me free

Your watcher and guardian, I will be.