High Regard - Fool's Gold

She's smoking cigarettes
A sight to see
And I'm a mess
I guess I will admit
That she could take my final breath
How typical of me think
That she would find an interest in me
She took my hand and honestly
She crushed me with dishonesty
I'm thinking back on yesterday
and all the things I couldn't say
So cold
It's getting way too old
Please don't
The same old story told
It goes on and on and on and on
And on and on and on and on
And on and on and on and on
And on and on and on and on
Ignored the warning signs
She's only passing by
She took my heart
And then she went and fucked some other guy
So cold
It's getting way too old
Please don't
The same old story told
It goes on and on and on and on
And on and on and on and on
And on and on and on and on
And on and on and on and on
Fool's gold
False fortune told
You reap what you sow
I don't know you anymore
She wore a mask and held a pitchfork
And danced upon my broken bones
All of this considered
Another lesson learned
So cold
It's getting way too old
Please don't
The same old story told
It goes on and on and on and on
And on and on and on and on
And on and on and on and on
And on and on and on and on and on

Written by:
John Taylor, Mark Villarreal, Matt Losoya, Robert Cantu, Victor De Los Santos

Publisher:
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