Tâb is the Egyptian name of a running-fight board game played in several Arab countries, or a family of similar board games played in Northern Africa and South-western Asia, from Persia to West Africa and from Turkey to Somalia, where a variant called deleb is played. The game described here was recorded by Edward William Lane in Egypt in the 1820s. A reference to "at-tâb wa-d-dukk" (likely a similar game) occurs in a poem of 1310 CE.
The tâb game is played by two players on a board, often delineated at the ground. The board is 4 squares wide, and usually an odd number of squares long, usually from 7 to 15, but formerly up to 29 squares. Numbering the four rows 1, 2, 3 and 4, from the start one player has one (nominally) white piece in each field of row 1, and the other a (nominally) black piece in each field of row 4. The pieces may be stones or made from burnt clay. In Egypt, the pieces are referred to as kelb, meaning dog.
As in the Egyptian game senet and the Korean game Yut, four sticks of a roughly semi-circular cross-section are used as dice. The flat sides are (nominally) white, and the rounded sides are (nominally) black. The value of a throw depends on the number of black and white sides showing, as indicated in the following table.
I'm so perfect you say
I'm so special, no one can compare
How can you see all these things in me?
I can't believe you
I'm looking in my funhouse mirror
I'm disgusted by what i see
I strain to catch a glimpse of the light
You claim to see around me
And the more i try to run away
The more you pull me back
And the more you try to love me
The more that i attack
I just can't see what you see in me
You want to destroy self-portraits that i paint
Through picasso's eyes
But it's hard to discard
Weapons that i use
In my daily self-destruction
And the more i try to run away
The more you pull me back
And the more you try to love me
The more that i attack
I just can't see what you see in me
I'm sitting on the corner of paranoid and hopelessness
Waiting, waiting
For you to take me away
I'm always trying to get rid of you
When what i really want
Is for you to stay
And the more i try to run away
The more you pull me back
And the more you try to love me
The more that i attack
I just can't see what you see in me
I want to see what you see
I wish i could see what you see