• Sometimes I wonder if I'm the player
    Or if I am the fool
    I wonder if I am sensitive
    Or just a tool

    The people that come in and out of my life
    Are just the same
    Always wanting something
    And I am to blame

    I let people walk all over me
    Take advantage and such
    I go out of style when they get through
    Like a purse, wallet, or clutch

    I wonder if I will ever find that person
    Or does that person exist?
    Until then, my searching
    Will forever persist