fool's gold

I hate how you're the typa guy who knows he got it like that

the typa guy who cruises through life with that - pretty face, cute charm

the typa guy that walks in and out of my life as he pleases

because you know you'll always have me

and I hate how I let you

I fall for it every time

And somehow I still lose myself, still trying to love you

I see you in every guy

in every relationship

in every soul who is trying so desperately to let me, let them in

my mind can't help but make its way back to you

You always had a way of bringing me back in

Why am I always playing the fool for you?