The Jester
I scold you knowing the truth
So this is one big escapade ?
Nights of in depth talks
Were those antics ?
Three hundred sixty five days of anxiety to be closer
Nothing but complete buffoonery, right ?
Indeed I can't deny you had me
Oh please laugh, for I may have thought you were durable
I am not flawless but nor am I a fool
I loved too strong
& Your love was a gamble
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