The Fool

by Amanda Sharp   Sep 3, 2011


So sick of all this bull shit.
So sick of all this pain.
So sick of the numbness.
Oh so sick...
He's here, He's not,
Oh why does he play me as a fool.
That's it, the last time!
I'm no fool!
He's the fool, not here for me.
I won't be made a fool again!
So for he I say goodbye!

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