Charade from (905) Blues by Scottmandu

You were something that I could strive for
Something to live and die for
It wasn’t easy trying to act like Jesus
When you were tempting like a temple priestess

I have always believed in magic
My life a drama either comic or tragic
So many years of seeking absolution
Just to discover it was all an illusion
Now every day I wake and wonder
What was the spell we were under?

So put yourself in my place
What do you think you’d do?
Now it’s too late to save face anymore
The time has come for us to end this game
And try to start anew
You never know what lies beyond the door

It’s a mystery of grand dimensions
Another myth another mad invention
And all the promises that were broken
Were only secrets that were never spoken

We were living inside a charade
An elaborate masquerade
Though all the clues were revealed unbidden
Still the solution remains well hidden
Now every day I wake and wonder
What was the spell we were under?

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