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Spade
There are no words to describe the emotions that linger when you leave
should I miss you, should I hate you, should I scream or beg or plead?
Tell me that you need me, Don't say my turn is gone
I know you are a king, and I am just a pawn
Planning out your future, Oblivious as I stare
Maybe you're too busy, maybe you don't care
Am I mistaken? Are you blind? Do you watch me as I fade?
In your hand of useful diamonds, am I just a worthless spade?
The fog is beginning to lift, the mist is starting to clear
Treat me like i'm invisible then feel me disappear.
should I miss you, should I hate you, should I scream or beg or plead?
Tell me that you need me, Don't say my turn is gone
I know you are a king, and I am just a pawn
Planning out your future, Oblivious as I stare
Maybe you're too busy, maybe you don't care
Am I mistaken? Are you blind? Do you watch me as I fade?
In your hand of useful diamonds, am I just a worthless spade?
The fog is beginning to lift, the mist is starting to clear
Treat me like i'm invisible then feel me disappear.
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