You fall for words spoken to you, quickly.
Without any suspicious that those saying them just wants you physically.
Then once, they accomplished their purpose.
They are gone and once again, you're alone.

You fall for those with sympathetic stories, with haste.
And your kindness makes the situation worse.
To some, you're a fool.

Many lovers has used you.
There's nothing wrong with being alone.
But once they depart your life.
It seems you're expecting again.

Love, don't use.
Only the wants of being needed do.
A fool, you has become for others to use.
And it seems a part you have became so use too.