Stare, Stare, What do you see?
A Fool you made out of me.
The love I thought was there to stay,
Was just a cruel game you wished to play.
We laughed, we cried, shared
each others fears,
Now all I have left
is memories and tears.
You played the game,
First not last,
Placing me apart of your past.
Look, Look, What do you see,
A fool you made out of me.
(c) February 1999
