I was born into this frail house of cards
A lowly two of spades, surrounded by
Royal flushes and straights.
Those who play their cards right.
Those who amount to something.
Those who are actually worth something.

Throughout the early stages of the game,
I was a bluff in a bad hand;
Lied about and sitting quiet to keep everyone guessing
In the hopes that they folded.
But when the cards were really on the table,
I was nothing.

As the game progressed,
I tried to follow suit with the crowd.
Check, Call, Raise.
When things weren't going too well,
I’d fold out.
It was a simple stretch for a while;
Sure, I’d win here and there,
But only enough to last one more turn.

The game was running short, and I was low on chips.
Then I met someone, a Jack of all trades so to speak.
I anted up for the Jack;
It seemed like I’d finally win a big hand.
I went all in for them,
And we were a pair.
But really, the deck was stacked.
She cashed out.
And this frail house of cards collapsed all around me.

I tend to play my cards a little closer to my heart now.
Not because I’m scared to play the game,
I’ve just wised up and know to fold
Before I throw too many chips in a lost cause.
Funny thing about poker,
It’s really not about who wins the most;
It’s about who loses the least.
But, I guess that’s just how we learn to play
The hands we’re dealt.