Tool, something that is used.

Fool, an individual that can be used.

Now, if you were that tool

That is going to be a fool,

What can be the use of you?

I tried many times,

Making up useless rhymes

Attempting to gain freedom,

Keeping up the same rhythm.

To guard the sacred door,

Labeled as the unknown number four

But to never open,

Just stand straight like a pen.

Admittedly i know I am a fool,

And merely am a tool

But i always did my best,

And do everything to the rest.

I was once part of his life

But never his significant other.

With my sanity hanging on a knife,

I became persistent so none can enter.

Many will always try,

But I'll hold the door till i die.

Till nothing can be a use of me,

Till not a single trace of hope i can free.

I know, i was already betrayed.

But that won't stop me from loving him.

With my heart mercilessly strayed,

I will still try to be inside the rim.

He broke me, he shaped me.

He stabbed me, he healed me.

How can i let go now?

No matter what, only to him i bow.

Tool, something that is used.

Fool, an individual that can be used.

Now, if you were that tool

That is going to be a fool,

What can be the use of you?