Traffic lights don’t stop blinking
My mind it won’t stop dreaming
Startled by those glazed brown eyes
Too late I realised I was surrounded by a wall of lies
Extinguish those flames
Peel back the smokescreen
Before you turn into game
Nestled in your arms, I thought I knew everything
But now I know better. You were the king, I was the pawn on your board, worth little more than nothing
Blaming my chronic inability to tell left from right
I was blinded by your painted brights
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