The fool, who still chased for you.
Who thought that absence were power,
Who fucking loved you.
The fool, who still stayed.
Who cared when no one did,
Who prayed for your safe.
The fool, who still thought we were friends.
Who provided you directions,
Who fucking held your hands.
The fool, who thought her feelings mattered.
Who explained the pain that was prolonged in her heart,
Who was brushed off simply like dust from our past.
Yeah, when I was hurled online.
It was my fault for following.
When I hurled her online.
It was my fault for being childish.
Little did you realised that all this time, the fool was me who was never once sheltered for being foolish.