No Clue

You'll be a free bird,
With feathers that glow,
A bright golden essence swirling like snow.

Your smile was a beacon enduring the cold,
Steadfast in a market where lies were sold,
Lines traced into trunks- unlikely to fade,
Remember, forget
The games we played

And you'll be free bird,
With feathers that glow,
A bright golden essence swirling like snow.

'Happiness' aches
From pounding my veins
And freedom can't make me
Believe once again.

Confusion will stay,
When you walk away.

When you walk away,
Confusion will stay.