Fool
Funny, they were wearing mask
Those devils, for five years
Pretending to be angels
I hoped their pretence to become real
Now I am the fool
They just wanted me to trust them
And it panned out just as they planned.
I trusted them just to be stabbed in the back.
Now I are bleeding on the floor
Screaming on the street
While they are casually sipping tea
Discussing about the fool
Who put them up there.
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