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A heart of a fool. Where blind love rules? He runs a foul of the law. And says he's going to change. But when given the opportunity to do it. He reverts back to his same old ways. And many question's why you stay? And like that blind fool. You repeats, what he said to you? That he's going to change. The children you have deserves better. And if you have none. yaou serves better. Don't let the sympathy schemes gets the best of your mind. That voice of reason that speaks to you with wisdom. That states, see a fool. Use a fool. Which he constantly do to you. Wise up. Be wise. Maybe he's just not the guy. Even if he's your first love. Sometimes you got to let by gones be by gones. Like that old saying. You can do bad all alone. Let him swim in his misery. Believe deep within. There've got to be a better man for me. Be wise and wise up. Instead of you being a fool. Let him continue to be seen as a nut.
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Mar 1, 2013
Mar 1, 2013 at 10:53 PM UTC
Wise Up(Be Wise)
A heart of a fool. Where blind love rules? He runs a foul of the law. And says he's going to change. But when given the opportunity to do it. He reverts back to his same old ways. And many question's why you stay? And like that blind fool. You repeats, what he said to you? That he's going to change. The children you have deserves better. And if you have none. yaou serves better. Don't let the sympathy schemes gets the best of your mind. That voice of reason that speaks to you with wisdom. That states, see a fool. Use a fool. Which he constantly do to you. Wise up. Be wise. Maybe he's just not the guy. Even if he's your first love. Sometimes you got to let by gones be by gones. Like that old saying. You can do bad all alone. Let him swim in his misery. Believe deep within. There've got to be a better man for me. Be wise and wise up. Instead of you being a fool. Let him continue to be seen as a nut.
jeffrey-conyers
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Mar 1, 2013
Mar 1, 2013 at 10:53 PM UTC
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