the games people play are reflected in their shadows, mental battle
cupid shot the poison arrow, leaving a weak heart sleepless in Seattle
and for a full beat it almost seemed real, before you sealed the deal
your motives were revealed, this moments familiar, still feels surreal
I’m just your sport, another thought, a spectator on this nuccas court
but truth is I’m built like war forts and your games fall a fourth short
these eyes experience truer lies that were bluer then cloudy skies
ILL tries, but like a soldier you fall in line with these other guys
digging trenches with plastic spoons, impression of a blue lagoon
in sand dunes, but dreams like these only produce a new buffoon
my blind eyes are fine tuned, to swiftly spotting Waldo and frauds
queens accord mastered the design of your wooden chess board,
I’m naïve to why you choose play with mine, I was stuck in time
you went back, its clear as day, like a posted sign, my feelings pine
still faith hold fast but not for long, I’m always there when ALL is gone
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