i have this on my mind, my thought's have come to it over and over again, yet i think not, to think about words that repeat themselves to me.

how foolish can i be, beacause my eye's do not see, that this man isn't interested in me,

what is it, i do not read, what words i do not understand, and is it the foolish heart in me, that does not follow the mind's warning's

sign's are every where, and i have not read the writing, because i am to blind to see,

i have stepped back a century, following this man like a blind eyed little girl, for i have not yet read the writing on his face, the language is the understand of this delusionally woman in me,

how foolish can i be, skipping to his beat, how foolish am me,