The Game

He wants more from life than he's prepared to give
 He thinks the world owes him; that he's privileged
 He doesn't see it, that he's making all the problem in his way
 Defensive pride conceals is ignorance
 His apathy morphs into arrogance
 His snide demeanour covers all the things he's just too scared to say
 The lies eat into his brain, to hide all of what he's ashamed
 It's a wonder he knows his own name
 He's a lonely man, he feels his losing the game
 Doubting his luck, losing his hope; he is to blame
 He's a lonely man afraid of losing the game
 Refuses to see, he makes I shown world; he's to blame
 He tries so hard to please his family
 He works day and night to heat, to clothe, to feed
 He doesn't see it, but he hasn't seen his little baby grow
 Frustrated wife she feels alone at night
 She wants him there to love, to hold her tight
 She wants her husband, not the money; she packs her things to go
 He simply feels that there's no need to say
 He supports her but in his own way
 They're not listening, now ain't that a shame
 He's a lonely man, he feels his losing the game
 Doubting his luck, losing his hope; he is to blame
 He's a lonely man afraid of losing the game
 Refuses to see, he makes I shown world; he's to blame
 He's a lonely man, he feels his losing the game
 Doubting his luck, losing his hope; he is to blame
 He's a lonely man afraid of losing the game
 Refuses to see, he makes I shown world; he's to blame