You think I'm a fool, just like any unwanted tool, Residing at the bottom of the tool box, decaying rusting unwanted to all.
I cling to false hope of love and help them to things mend
I try all possibilities to give my best but they just fling me back beneath the rest
I gave my all to help again but to try to speak I'm the lowest of men
It proves I'm the least important tool of all,
So into the bottom of the tool box again I fall.
I cling to false hope of love and help them to things mend
I try all possibilities to give my best but they just fling me back beneath the rest
I gave my all to help again but to try to speak I'm the lowest of men
It proves I'm the least important tool of all,
So into the bottom of the tool box again I fall.
