Don’t Treat Me Like A Fool

It’s been hard wakin’ up, wakin’ up to the truth
I’ve been so blind, couldn’t see for love no.
Tried my best to ignore it, wish the pain away
But just like tomorrow, its coming round again.

So darling, please don’t treat me like a fool.
Its been hard enough for me, getting over you
Darling please don’t treat me like like you do
I’ll be damned if I am gonna let ya
Damned if I don’t forget ya
So please don’t treat me - like a fool.

Thought I gave you the best, but it wasn’t enough
You took advantage of my trusting heart
Tried my best to forgive you, did my best to forget
I am done with the tears and there are no regrets.

So darling, please don’t treat me like a fool.
Its been hard enough for me, getting over you
Darling please don’t treat me like like you do
I’ll be damned if I am gonna let ya
Damned if I don’t forget ya
So please don’t treat me - like a fool.

I know I’ll be reaching out to touch you in the night
Holding on to the memories, Cos you’re not here to hold me tight
You lied when you told me, It hurt to be apart
When all the lying you’re doing is in someone else’s arms.

So darling, please don’t treat me like a fool.
Its been hard enough for me, getting over you
Darling please don’t treat me like like you do
I’ll be damned if I am gonna let ya
Damned if I don’t forget ya
So please don’t treat me - like a fool

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