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I lost you not once
Not even twice

I gave my all

If I just knew
What went on in your head
I could say
what I should have said

If I came forward
When it was required

When you were ready

You fascinate me
You wrap me around your finger
You make me believe
You open my heart to hope

Yet that's how you are
Stringing me along

A fool for you

I was strung around
Always at your convenience
Never being there when I need you
The way I am when you need me

Maybe long ago there was a chance
But now I know you only use me

I am your last choice

Not even a sliver
A drop, A single crumb
Of decency
Or of conscience

Yet I miss you...Ä
As fools often are;
I am a glutton for punishment
Because believe in hope

I believe in change
I believe in you

 So I remain a fool... A fool that misses you