Her touch feels different
After all these years
He questions her interest
Hugging her, holding his tears
He feels it, he knows it
There must be another man
He gave his all to commit
While she hides her backup plan
Through smoke and mirrors
She always lures him back
Playing her love games
In the sheets when it’s pitch-black
Through smoke and mirrors
He just can’t find the right proof
Mornings are clearer
Forgetting her ring of truth
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