A Fool To Long
Who is the fool in this game,
of betrayal gilt and shame,
we will dance no more,
to our private little score,
dark days will seem like years,
full of wine and a lonely heart,
that is just the start of tears,
don't ask me why,
only remember who did me wrong,
for so long, I am no longer a fool for you,
so remember you just did it all wrong,
just did it way to long.
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