Page 76 - Written Feelings

Only fools are satisfied

Making sense while losing senses
I can't keep going that way
The fog on my glass's lenses
Is leading my life astray

I gave my words, then I lost them
I don’t think I'll get them back
The lanes in my map, I crossed them
But somehow, I'm losing track

I wish I never found out
I wish I turned a blind eye
I wish they said it out loud
"The curious cat will die"

Pour it out and say your cheers
Make a toast for those that died
Hear me now, oh listen dear
Only fools are satisfied