Do you tell lies and say it's special?
Do you look into my eyes
and think of what’s behind –
if I would even care or if already dead?
Do you ever dare to question
if you are fair –
to a broken mind already drowning in regrets
seeing all in black, hiding in the shades?
Did you ever wonder
if you are the King or yet another pawn?
Did it ever cross your mind
there's someone else narrating?
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