#48) The Lovesick Fool

Your mouth, it speaks in pleasant rhymes and spews forth slews of lovely lines

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It spins a web of fragile lies, which clouds my vision, blinds my eyes

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I fancy that soon you’ll drain me dry, of all the tears I’ve left to cry

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I fancy you’ll be my tragic end, and never will I love again

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Your hands, they’re filled with selfish greed; they covet all you do not need

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You take my heart but for a toy, and rob it clean of any joy

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I wonder now, how can it be, you still possess some part of me

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Not yet ruined, laid to waste; but glowing soft upon my face

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Perhaps I am a wretched fool, drowning in a noxious pool

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Filled with just a bastard’s blood, who is too cold for sense to love

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Perhaps although I curse your name, I’ve grown accustomed to the pain

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Perhaps you are but as the rain; a temporary, sad refrain

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