Mindgames (Clean Edit)

I've never been any good at mind-games Maybe you can show me how you play You always try to make a f fool of me And keep all of your secrets so selfishly So tell me gatekeeper What brings you to put up your walls Are you eager To punish me for starting to crawl It's a big big world, I know there's room for the both of us But you keep burning bridges leaving me in the dust So tell me Why is there a hand in my face Is it lonely Putting everyone in their place You've been oh so good at spinning tales of miracles About how you've succeeded without stepping on toes And do you not get sick of playing pretend Your fake charade, it just never ends I thought that maybe we could be friends But you know I've never been any good at mind-games Maybe you can show me how you play You always try to make a f fool of me And keep all of your secrets so selfishly Mind-games Maybe you can show me how you play You always try to make a f fool of me And keep all of your secrets so selfishly So tell me dream weaver When you taste the fruit of your lies Does it feel good Pulling the wool over their eyes The dollar signs make it easier don't they To sell your soul and hide behind an image you made So tell me Should I have a story to tell A little white lie A perfect picture for me to sell If a conscience is keeping me at the bottom Then maybe you can tell me just how low I should go And do you not get sick of playing pretend Your fake charade, it just never ends I thought that maybe we could be friends But you know I've never been any good at mind-games Maybe you can show me how you play You always try to make a f fool of me And keep all of your secrets so selfishly Mind-games Maybe you can show me how you play You always try to make a f fool of me And keep all of your secrets so selfishly Mind-games Maybe you can show me how you play You always try to make a f fool of me And keep all of your secrets so selfishly