Pawn in your palm

They say you’re an ass, to forget you
And I know they’re probably right
But my heart can’t seem to see
Your crime in black and white
It’s searching for excuses
To keep you in my life
Plucking at sanguine moments
Among years of mental strife
I used to know what I would stand for
I used to be so sure
But you fixed me of my cleverness
Loving you, that was the cure
And now I’m but a child
Clinging to your arm
Needing you to love me
A pawn upon your palm.

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