The Fool Plays The Tool

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Is it just me,
Or am I a fool?
Under the impression,
That you are just cruel!
Heart skipping a beat or two,
I am the tool.
Under the pretentious nation,
The belief that it's you

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Through the rosy gardens
With the thorns that cut my skin
Tasting the sweetest honey
That was all but just poison

I trusted you, did I not?
But it's cool, I wish
Sometimes we must let things go, left afloat
And you're not the one I should've fished

It's fine,
We love and lied
But this love wasn't meant to be placed in the line
Or was it? Did it just die?

In the end
We played the fools
Tricked by the faith that bends
I loved you, but let's not be tools

My dearest friend
Lover no longer
This was a dead end
But we can live longer

We can live longer,
I love you, I loved you, I still love you
Let's live longer

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