Foolish Fate Of A Lie Poem by The Drunk Tiger

What is a fool with faith, but a fool that is me.
One to believe words so sweet.
Now thrown away and forgotten so easily.
To believe those three words and never question why,
Now inside I begin to die, from what was placed in this mind....
Its alright. It's alright, my time will come when those three words to me will not become such a lie.
Oh How I wish that wasn't a lie... But soon I will met my fate through the words of Goodbye...