Grieving beauty, slipping into agony, crowned in antimony, wearing the thoughts of you and me, fading, failing, buried, What a fool I was, I once thought if I was sad enough life would take pity on me, if I failed boldly the world would forgive me, I thought if I was angry enough I could summon the will to do anything, if what I said was just then nothing bad would befall me, What a fool I was, I once thought, I didn’t need anyone or anything, that the truth would be my feed, that righteousness was being worthy, that justice truly had a side, I thought love could be bargained with and not bought, I thought oaths of honor were enough, I thought good people never strayed and good deeds had no expiration date, What a fool I was, To think that this was love, To think that what I could give was ever going to be enough What a fool I was
