How foolish how insane to believe this could be more than a simple game
What sorrows what hardships have been endured for this dream to be maintained
No new found glory, no scrap of honor to be found
My sense of justice shall go once more underground
The folly here being the confusion of lust for love
For not sensing the trap and becoming a soiled dove
Where is the honesty I had hoped to find?
Where is the truth in this muck, mire, and grime?
Somewhere out there the bitterness of my laughter can be heard
Trailing after the soul who I scorn, whose picture I burned
Denial ceased when I heard the deception flow from his lips
When I felt the cold trail in the wake of his fingertips
Did I not receive warning from the friends who knew best?
Forgetting their wisdom in stead of my own recklessness
Blame them I cannot, harbor ill will towards them I do not
But the lesson I learned will not soon be forgot