I cannot see myself playing a game over playing my game.

I'd rather live in shame, be lame, or become tame,

As tame would I'd be, lest I let laze get the best of me.

Devoutly going to worship, early in morn', serving her ladyship,

Rather then praying to a false god, one as ugly as a hog.

My job to my love, my heart, my dove

Is more important than my entertainment.

Watching it fall, I see it hit a wall.

Nothing I can do, it's not mine to sue

I can be a bumper, but I can't stop her

Or him from crashing. I'll mention it in passing,

But he doesn't get the hint. I'll need a mint

From all the talking I'll do, my voice will rue

The day I spoke to you. But, it'll do

To just have my voice help you make the choice

That will lead you on the right path, with no crass

Words so loud that the high above birds

Will mimic it. Don't fall in the pit

Of disappointment where people take a shit

When life is in a ditch, black as pitch.