How Many Times?

How many times

Will my soul need healing?

How many times

Do I get to kneeling?

Hear you’ve long ago lost all feeling?

And there’s no chance left

For me

Because of someone

Who left you

Long ago destitute…

Sad and blue…

Well that’s just not fair.

Your disregard shows.

So I sink into despair

We use a fool’s tools

Who follows fool’s rules

And level the playing field

As we yield to the other’s idiocy

But I still recall,

The days we met

How can I forget?

Braces, acne… fresh, sunny smiles

You and all your cunning wiles…

Then I did love you.

Although I did not know it yet…

Then I did fall.

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