aaahhh the things people do for love!
i used to be like that,
i used to say I'd do anything...anything
and it was everything...everything...everything to me
in a way i still feel the same
except i'm not a bloody fool anymore
but if i'm not a fool in love then who am i?
there was a time when that was all i used to be
fool in love - my identity
it was painful in an ignorable way
but it was bliss in its own, messed-up version
now it's a peaceful kind of bliss with a slightly muted form of passion
muted to stop me from being a fool
i am content alright
very much so
and i am so very grateful for where i am
but i do miss that ingnorant, crazy, innocent, little fool that used to be me
the fool in love.