Sitting at the table; in your game of chance; Have you thrown your chips all in; on a bet for new romance? Beware oh foolish gambler; it just might be a trick; And those there at your table; could be there to set the fix. Perhaps you haven’t noticed; the anti of the game; And the treasures you came in with; may burn up in the flames. I who stood there with you; through the thick and the thin; I, you seem to step on; over and again. I now accept those things of you; that I can not change; And I turn from your mistreatment; that has brought me all this shame. Someday you may notice; a smudge that’s in your eye; And everyone you tried to love; that only made you cry. Maybe then you’ll want; what once you got from me; But you’ll have lost it in this game; but somehow you don’t see. The thrill of all those moments; so hot to win the prize; You will wear it like a sorrow; reflected in your eyes. I’m sad for you my darling; as I am for myself; What I gave you was commitment; a prize immeasurable in wealth.