Mind-games are child's play
They should be left in the blind side
Never play the role you are not prepared for
Although it is tempting
To think a heart is a toy
That you can place on the highest shelf
And hold when you please
Do not be my dream if you are not ready
Take back your kiss
If it will only bring back pain
To a world you once knew
Never tear the wings off the back of an angel
If you ask her to fly
Fly, solo, alone, and helpless
Crossing paths with what is right
Will always force you to choose wrong
Your mouth whispers lies
Only to shield your soul from the truth
But who are you to tell me I deserve much better
What if everything I prayed to the Lord for
Awaits behind your eyes
After all they are said to be the Window
To whatever is left of a soul.
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