How do you know what’s right
When what’s right feels so wrong
When Living in survival is all you’ve ever known
When what’s wrong feels so right
Simply because you have to continue the fight
Trying to differentiate the flags
Not as easy as you believe
When the best players know how to deceive
Red flags , green flags
Like a back and forth game of tag
Apologies and love bombing
Heavy hands and runaway plans
Gaslit until you slip into the chaos
Victim becomes the villain
Now the enemy is just chilling
Painted as the one to blame
Just a pawn in their tragic game
Hell becomes your daily grind
Living in your survival mind
Trying to differentiate the flags
Not as easy as you believe
When the best players know how to deceive
Red flags , green flags
Like a back and forth game of tag
Then came a day you don’t need to fight
Safe and stable within his arms
Warmth and love fills the night
Still unsure within your head
A game of tug of war
Waiting for the daily fight
But all you have is mr right
No flags to fly
No running shoes needed
No need to hide
Girl you’ve succeeded