I've come to the conclusion that this optical illusion,
That you've learned and you've been using,
Has caused all sorts of confusion,
Twisted fabrications that offer me no solutions,
They just leave me with brain contusions,
It's no fun and it's no excusing

But you seem to think that this loving game,
Is a bluffing game,
You show your cards I suffer shame,
You take your arrows up and aim,
And hit center mass of my heart until I suffer pain,
Then smile at the view of your art as I'm falling drained

Who gave you the right to be cruel I will never know,
It's cold everytime you're around it's like you summon snow,
I used to feel nothing but radiance now I feel no glow,
It's almost like you're not alive and you don't have a soul

I don't know what I'm talking about disregard this.