The day of untruthful words
the day of lies
the day of fooling
and the day I fooled you;
unfortunately you took it and fell for it.
Without thinking you left without asking,
What day it was. . .
Now as I look back, I curse this day
For it has lead me to the misery of each passing day
But whose to blame?
No one but myself
For now I know, it was I who was fooled that day but not you
It was I who was fooled for I fell for the meaning of that fateful day
It is I to be called a fool,
For indeed I am a fool for falling for you,
A fool indeed for believing in that day would come when you’d come back
For now I know how truly a fool I am for that day will never come . . .
So yes, I am a fool for you