I am but a fool
I awoke this morning to a good news call ...
Yesterday was a bad day...
So with this call I figured would change it all...
I am but a fool I realized after speaking to you...
I am but a fool to think you'd appreciate everything that I do...
I see now where it is that i stand...
And I know that love is not in your plans...
Money is the only thing that drives you...
You'd be with anyone as long as they shower you...
With money and riches ,shopping sprees without conditions...
I am but a fool to believe that you care about me...
Things are still were we left off I'm no longer blind I can see...
Everything I've done has been for not...
Sacrificing my needs for yours is nothing more than your plot...
But at least things are not to late I can still walk away...
And begin a new slate..
I wont just leave while your in there...
But after your released...
You wont find me here...
I've taken enough...
Ive given my all ,my happiness means nothing to you...
And that's something that doesnt go with me at all...
I've always told you it's the little things in life...
That matter to me most ,their something money cant buy...
I could be poor living in a shack...
It wouldn't matter to me what it is that we lack...
I am humble and I am a poor man...
Struggling to reach the top...
I struggle with depression which is something most dont know...
You do but don't care ,all you want is the dough...
I bottle up my feelings , walk around with a shit grin on my face ,
Pretending everything is peaches and cream...
When all the while I'm dying in this rat race...
I am but a fool to think you'd ever change...
To think you might for once put my needs in first place...
What a fool I am...
I stare in the mirror only i don't recognize that man...
So many changes i have made for love...
Or so in thought boy was I wrong...
I'm lost confused abused by your reality...
Where my suffering and anguish to you means nothing ....
You cut me down ,cut me down with a knife...
But it isnt sharp its dull, duller than the dullest knife...
Take apart my life...
In one stride, strip me of all my pride...
I am but a fool to think you could ever truly lo e me ...
You've cut my heart out stood back and watched me bleed...
It's true that I may never succeed..
Well not in the way you want me to...
But that ok with me...
Like I said it's the little things in life ...
Those are the things that money cant buy...
That is what drives me and makes me want to succeed...
To share those riches with a women who truly loves me ...
I am but a fool...
A fool with a dream...
I'm nothing more than a fool who thought you were the one in my dream...
I am but a fool searching for love...
A fool who at this very moment has had enough...
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