Fool

Sometimes I wonder and sometimes I don't..
Am I too nice or am I too harsh?
I give more chances than most should ever give..
But once I realize, I'm filled with hatred to get my revenge..

You think I'm nice, You think I'm forgiving..
But deep down, I'm a deeply bitter and hate-filled person..
To be betrayed and to be forgotten..
It changes you into a person you'd never want to become..

It's too late for me.. as you can see..
My heart's too cold.. too broken..
Whether it'll ever mend from what I've been dealt..
Well, only time can determine this..

So I say, who will come to mend my heart?
Do not come out of pity or lust..
I'll only hate you in the end..
And believe me that's not a place you wish to take me..

So just because on the outside I seem nice and forgiving..
Do not take me for a fool..
Because in the end, you will be the fool..