So that's why he calls it Solitare

I'm out of plays Nowhere to hide Now I've got to turn and face the lie This charade of love and hate I should have guessed before I took the bait The players, though there are few Only one can rise up from two I thought I was queen in this game like chess Though it happened I was second best Can't believe I didn't see it coming I couldn't tell through all your cunning A flick of your wrist, a sweep of your hand You changed the position that I stand House of Cards, falling in My chances of surviving: slim Hearts are clubbed, diamonds melt to spades Now all that is left are little graves.