Fools For Love

When I was eight, my brother dated a gold digger, He was wrapped up around her dirty little finger When I was sixteen, my mother found another man, He was a drunkard who had no dreams, no plan When I was twenty-four, my best friend got a divorce, Her husband was abusive who always hits her with force When I was thirty-two, I met the guy of my dreams, But I was too naive, Not everything was as it seems I thought it was different, that my kind of love was true, Who would've thought that is was nothing new? I used to call them stupid, for being used like tools, Turns out I'm just like them, Guess we're all just lovesick fools.