Im twisted in a question,
And I'm confused with everyone's suggestion,
Will I listen to those who think they are wise,
Or to this fool who said I'd be paying the same price.
This emotion that bothers me,
Is a commotion for the people who surrounds me,
Stay away the wise would say,
It will pass the fool would smile and lay.
They argued that one day I will regret,
That with him, my time I spent,
The fool told me that I was just blinded,
By the fact that our paths had collided.
Its a commotion that I made,
When I try to throw a little light to the shade,
Their words had me mixed up and forget,
That I have my own voice loud like a trumpet.
