Players · letra

She left me strangely, not lingering like before, Her face sad, but sure; I stopped her at the door, Made some empty promises she's heard too many times, I tried a little sweet talk, to cover lover's crimes.
She said, "How do you love, when no one loves in return? If love is a teacher, why's it so hard to learn? Tell me, is it better to marry than to burn? Are we just players, players in the game?"
I remember kissing fingers wrapped in her hair, In that rush of emotion, did I ever really care? And as I saw her silhouette fading down the hall, I begged for love's mercy, talking to the wall.
Saying, "How do you love, when no one loves in return? If love is a teacher, why's it so hard to learn? Tell me, is it better to marry than to burn? Are we just players, players in the game?"
When I was a child, trying to prove I was a man, I cam upon a woman who told me who I am, Sometimes you play the part so well, you even fool yourself, I need a different kind of love, from somewhere else.
True love knows to love when no one loves in return, Love is the teacher, and I got a lot to learn, Passion takes its prisoners; got to break before I burn, Can't be playing, playing loving games.