✢────────── 𝔊 ──────────✢ Canvas flipped, smoke bomb illusions gone Woke in your magic, found the magic wrong Daybreak bright out the bloodshed, red long gone Hooded little clown with a sweet mouth con Debonair, silk grin, slick little act Sleight of hand, stabbed knife in my back Wanted me reflected in darkness served raw Wanted nighlty bedtime fiction, not true law Shielded you while you were pickin the lock Gave you my time while you watched the clock I was callin it love while you rinse, repeat Now my hearts just denyin to accept defeat Cute little tricks, take a bow, take a seat I can see the damn zipper beneath the deceit Think I'd settle for your dirty ass backseat Talkin deadpan but you just a deadbeat Woke in the tent with the sawdust on my lips Trust still warm in the sheets, then the silence hit Thought sleep was trusting soul sealed Never guessed what truth would be revealed Cape over truth, grin over guilt Entire kingdom forged from the lies you built Made a woman swear the carnival was king While you picked the lock from the center ring Too many burning hoops had me jumpin through Distraction illusions all to hide the real truth Three-card heart, picked trust, watched it disappear You kept movin the cards, misdirection through fear You only want the mistress & crown Except you're nowhere when shit goes down Fogged head hung up, mouth sewn shut You call that devotion but it brings me disgust Used. Mocked. Played. Let the cheap seats hear I was just an act to you, but I was sincere You loved the version that swallowed the doubt The second I spoke, you pushed me out So this ain't a verse, this a verdict read Not a soft little fade, but the circus dead Pack up the tent, pull stakes from the ground House lights burnin while the truth gets loud You sawed me in half just to work the crowd Forgot half a woman can still stand proud Left the box, left the blade, left the blood on the floor Thought I'd stay your prop, but I walked through the door Magician? Please. You're a pickpocket dressed Smoke-budget hustler with a hole in your chest Trapdoor tongue, fog machine for a brain Hood over the face so the face can't explain But I know that silhouette, I know that stance I know every trick hidden under the hands That's the joke that ate through the shape of my life Now I see the mechanism behind the knife What's left? Just a clown with the same as trick Make a real woman feel chosen, make it stick Make her pay for the privilege of standin nearby By betrayin her trust & love for the last time So find someone else to tuck you in at night Ripped the wings tore my soul from flight Wrap yourself in cold sheets bed you made Turns out premonition was the first song sang ✢────────── 𝔊 ──────────✢ Written in 𝔊ray © 2026 ✢──────────────────────✢
