Love's a Game of Chess
He used to be my hero
Now he is my pain
I used to be a pawn chess
Used inside his game
I used to be his lover, his smile, and his heart
Now I'm not his sunshine, he left me in the dark
I used to make him laugh, I used to make him blush
We always took it slow, our love was never a rush
And once I was his everything, Now I don't exist
I realized this all the day it was a different girl he kissed.
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