Who's the Fool, by Julia
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Why do I cry for this man
for I know his true colors
yet I cling to the fantasy
of what never was.
I want to run and hide
for I know his true colors
yet I want him to be real
but it was to never be
So I close my eyes
hoping the pain will soon pass
yet he keeps calling
and opening old wounds
How could I have been so blind
to be fooled by all the lies
yet keep calling
hoping for the fantasy to finally be true
There has to be another way
I want a new reality
yet I keep picking at the scabs
embracing the pain as all I know
As the fantasy begins to darken
and the light shines on the lonely
the harsh reality sets in
my love was wasted on a fool
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Posted: 2008-08-25 02:39:45 UTC |
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