"Fool" -- Spare time piece of work.

Hey guys, for the past few days I've been working on this song in my spare time, now I know it needs tons and tons of work but hopefully it'll be decent one day, any will be greatly appreciated

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I didn't think I could survive,
Without you by my side
Oh boy was I wrong
Because to me you're invisible
You're gone.
Let the chatter die and the friendship end
Because now it's like we're in a BBM
Our messages never send
Said you were just following the trend
To stay cool
But now you've left me,
Left the fool

But yet I still try to make it work
But I'm a shadow, left to lurk
Remain unnoticed by your eyes
How this started from a lie
So now, left here, lone, to cry
The little shy boy, left to die.

Thought I had you figured out
Liked to stay calm
No need to shout
But then you went and played your games
And our friendship went up in flames
Do we talk a single word
Or is it left for the humming bird
The little birdie left to die
Hear no words, hear no cries.

{VERSE 2}

I remember when I added you on BBM
You were my friend, no more to recommend
But you've played me for your tool
Because you think you're just too cool
Now you begin to lose your rule
Because
You're not my master
I'm not your plaster
I'm not protecting you no more
So prepare for bareback gore
To arrive at your door

Because now my weary eyes
Are staring into starry skies
Surrounded by fireflies,
But the nights full of lies
The night full of cries
Soon the night is to die
So prepare for sunrise
Light beams into my eyes
And I realiseeeeeeeee


{CHORUS}

I'm not a fool
I'm not your tool
You have no rule
Count your breaths
You're in a drowning pool
I was your big possession
Used to be your obsession
But now it's the end of the lesson
I'm no longer messin'.

I thought I spoke your language
I thought -- I was your bandage
Protected you from all damage

{VERSE 3}

Do you really think it's fair
To mock people with spots
And messy hair
Because your type aint rare
So there's no need to share
*straight into next line followed by different beat*

Your violence, your thoughts
Because we all know you were taught
To dominate the short
The ones bad at sport
When they fight back you just snort
And run away
You're afraid to play that game
Because that's not the way you roll
Not the way you go
You're just that low