• I am being thought of as a fool
    Deceived by the blood that runs
    So deep yet so thin it is.
    Do not take me a fool.

    Empty words I face every day.
    Love is such an unreal thing.
    As time passes I know no real love.
    Love has lessened every day.

    Whom shall I be deceived by?
    Those who are with me have fallen
    So they fight against me.
    Whom shall I be deceived by?.......