Fool
I'm the fool
that drinks the elixir
knowing the mixture.
Hot eyes and I love the figure
but the poison I taste
is what makes me miss her.
I'm the fool
that drinks the elixir
knowing the mixture.
Hot eyes and I love the figure
but the poison I taste
is what makes me miss her.
Tunneling through my mind
I'm tryin to find
The words to describe
What I feel and see with my eyes.
Your beauty is alive.
Your beauty is the vibe.
Your beauty is the lie.
Tunneling through my heart
I'm tryin to start
But I'm in drive trying to park.
You're the joy in tasting something tart.
Your voice is alive.
Your eyes are the vibe.
Your beauty is the lie.
I'm the fool and yes my dearest love-
you are the prize
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Nate the Great
this is my life I have a few accounts on here due to my short memory and crowded mind.
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