I’m A Fool
I'm digging my own grave again,
Sometimes my mouth hurts when it blurts,
And I don't think you'll forgive again,
I'm a fool and it's funny how perfect I played that role,
Now you can't even be consoled,
Can't keep your feelings controlled,
I’m left picking up pieces of a shattered soul,
Shards sink deep down, pierce through tissues,
A brain with too many loose screws,
A brain with too many words, that hurt you.









