[Intro]

Verse 1

He left his riddles on a café table

Ink-stained napkins, lines unstable

Coffee rings around each phrase

Like clues that vanished in a haze

At first they gathered, drawn in close

Tracing meanings no one chose

Every answer split in two

Nothing settled, nothing true

Pre-Chorus

He said, “You’re missing something deep”

They let it fall, then didn’t keep

Chorus

Anyone can make a puzzle out of noise

Anyone can break a thing and call it choice

But a line that leads somewhere unseen

Is harder than it seems

Not just hiding—letting truth be found

Not just lost—but turned around

Anyone can make you feel confused

Not everyone can help you see the view

Verse 2

She didn’t speak in riddled lines

Just traced a circle, twice, in time

Said, “If they’re lost, it’s not their fault—

You built a maze without a vault”

She slid a paper ‘cross the wood

No tricks—just words that almost stood

A single line, both clear and spare:

“Look closer—what you need is there.”

He smirked at first, then held it still

The noise went quiet against his will

And in the space he used to fill

He felt the shape of something real

Pre-Chorus

A shift, a turn, a quiet spark

A light that flickered in the dark

Chorus

Anyone can make a puzzle out of noise

Anyone can hide behind a thousand ploys

But a truth that waits beneath the skin

Is where the game begins

Not deception dressed in clever lines

But meaning buried in the signs

Anyone can leave you feeling lost

But clarity—that’s what it costs

Bridge

It wasn’t harder—just more clear

The path was always leading here

Not every door was meant to hide

Some were open all this time

There’s a weight to what is real

You don’t chase it—you just feel

When the noise falls out of frame

You don’t need to guess the name

Final Chorus

Anyone can make a puzzle out of pain

Anyone can cloud the truth in clever games

But something honest, something fair

Is always waiting there

Not a trick, not just disguise

But something seen through different eyes

Anyone can make the simple hard

But meaning—that’s the sharper artNow his riddles softly stay

Clear enough to guide the way

And those who stop don’t turn confused—

They leave with something they can use