Who's the Fool, by Julia Subscribe to rss feed for Julia

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











Posted: 2008-08-25 02:39:45 UTC

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