Checkmate

Three months is date Six months our hearts pulsate Ninth month is here If there isn't hate Then soon will be a year We're really to believe it to be fate? Smothering ourselves in this theory A concept based solely upon the idealistic "soulmate" By this, we incorrigibly infatuate Neglecting what's real Ignorantly becoming our own hostages Essentially an internal inmate Prisoners who fear Distrust And self mutilate We're sitting patiently as we wait And wait Just to wait Playing these games we're burdened to tolerate Causing confusion Creating heartache But in the end I'm betting all that I've got Betting on the most evident of facts As I'll always be the first to call... Checkmate