fooled

 How much of a fool you've made of me now

When willows bow down and I extend my hand in shower
Only to pull them thorns and encase it in my scars
How much of a fucking fool you've made of me now.

That I look myself in the mirror and I remember how you told me so
Looking at you through my eyes when I should've been the one there
Like everyone I ever let into my heart, you've scraped me of all the love I had,
I've nothing left now, see it all with your stupid eyes,
you robber who robbed me of all my pride.

One day when I'll see someone for who they are
Your ghost will shadow my mind and remind me of who they are
They may not be, but your parasite lingers,
Your virus plagues my mind like a broken finger crawling inside me.

How much of a fool will I be made of
Eveytime I say love is something to be considered as sacred
When all I'm left here thinking is this is all true
And you turn up like the ghost you are, unending all clues.