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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