Lyrics Roberta Flack – Disguises

I promise you an end to tears
Till the last have dried
We can face each other in a host of brave disguises

A list of limits has been posted in your eyes

Once I played the game so hard, that players died
Suffered more from madness than a player realizes
I as queen of empty truths, you as king of lies
There is much in sadness, that a metaphor disguises

I don’t mind to keep around some things you left behind
Room full of trinkets, with nothing left to hide
…But there are patterns cut so deep that they abide
I will not forget you, I am sure because I tried