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Game Of Shadows

 


How can I blame the players when I get played?
Dancing in their spotlight, I’m the game they’ve made.
They charm with sweet talk, all sugar and lies,
Spinning webs of deception, I’m caught in their guise.

Oh, they love me like candy, till the thrill wears thin,
Then poof! They’re gone, like a ghost in the wind.
Am I empowered, or just bait on their line?
A target for their games, yeah, that’s how they dine.

They pout and they gossip, “Oh, women are sly!”
While they pull the same stunts, oh boy, what a lie!
Swapping tales of heartbreak, they wear their sad crowns,
But treat me the same, just passing the frowns.

But hold up, I’m rising, I’m flipping the script,
A phoenix in heels, baby, watch me eclipse!
No longer their plaything, I’m owning my voice,
In this wild game of shadows, I’m making my choice.

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